This is a song about "Wiggity whack"

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

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

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

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

With alla this whack shit

After that moscato hit

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back