This is a song about "Whack"

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Dumping the whack words making the tower tip

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

With alla this whack shit

In the midst of a fire pit

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

Feel the wrath matter fact y'all whack

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

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