This is a song about "Yo hood is wack"

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

Im a little wack but my posture is straight up my back

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

You disappear if yo wack ass is a target

Your flow is wack and mine is concrete,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Now i'm putting out these records so that hood shit is explained,

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea