This is a song about "Whack raps"

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I'm stashin' whack rappers in mattresses under floorboards,

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

But we should be body to body

I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Your whack ass raps make your homie ashamed in heaven

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

No need, you know you lack, your whack

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

Yea my rhymes still are whack

Ha my mojo back