This is a song about "Whack raps"

I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

No need, you know you lack, your whack

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Your whack ass raps make your homie ashamed in heaven

Whack rappers bowing down, basically homage is paid,

Let em marinate, you forever late

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

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned

And bijies like im out and