This is a song about "Whack raps"

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

Wonder if they take it all back

No need, you know you lack, your whack

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned

With such an ugly picture in it and

I'm a beast with the raps,

But you don't have a chance

I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Yeah i know, but sometimes, you're pretty whack.

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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money