This is a song about "Yo raps whack"

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Aye solve, asap why yo song is whack

So step back boy, your shit is whack

Quick flipping up sexy back

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Your shit is whack, nigga

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned