This is a song about "You re a hack rapper"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

You wish you were a rapper, your a lyrical disaster

You must pick a rapper beneath you and blow his head in

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Spin back/ swallow a tic-tac/ for the good breath/ fv is back/ but this ain't no hack/

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

You will never have the ability or stability to be a decent rapper,

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Now on the surface you seem like a pretty good rapper,

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly

I aint really a rapper

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her