This is a song about "You whack"

Yeah, the sex in the sack

These whack rappers, rapping whack

Yea my rhymes still are whack

Top dropped down, black on black

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

A ghostwriter,you peep it like a whack fan,then try to do the same call you a ghostbiter l

You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

There's crack, there's crack

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

So be gone with your whack rhymes, you aint no mc