This is a song about "You re so whack"

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Skills you lack is more than ya bars,that are whack

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

So i guess you could say your flow is whack

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Your rhymes are all whack, there so shit you must of pulled em out of your crack,

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back