This is a song about "You whack"

Had it with you avid trolls / if you pop up like were gamin' im playin' whack a mole

Your stupid i'm through with your views, slowly stewing you fools, like a casserole

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I attract static from all you backpacker whack rappers,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

You want the same whack which make other rat

Fucking baton i'm whack, i'm ill, i ain't the nigga to fuck wit, put you in a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

You and my gat are attached talk whack he'll attack ya

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Before i really bring the fire and sentence you whack ass to hell like

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack