This is a song about "You a wack"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

You wack rappers can go lay

Got problems, what? i can't say

To tell the truth most if you lil niggas wack

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

A young wack herald, speaking the truth

If you ever feel alone and

Gotta fix that wack 'fore you get real trapped!

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

To think my first shit was wack, it's a fact

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Than the midnight, this kid's tight, i'll shackle you wack rappers,

You say your shit is nasty wack but it's just oregano

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw