This is a song about "You wack and fat"

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

And while, you're spitting these wack lines

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

But i ain't get to see you today

You wack rappers can go lay

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

Splice and mash, bite the cash, imagine if all rap was wack,

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

In the house, holla back

You said also i was fat