This is a song about "You are wack"

And as long as you don't think i'm wack once the words start the flow.

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

You look wack, screaming so loud i can see your head vein

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Flow is wack, you thought hard when you wrote your raps,

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I see you wack-ass rappers as a blight, infection/

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You know what that is? that's the shit they call wack!

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Did you call wack, they aint never rollin back,