This is a song about "You whack"

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Dressed in all black, 'cause you whack bastards killed rap.

Now you got me hopped up on that

You want the same whack which make other rat

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Whack rappers in the game, you just actors i read you like chapters

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I attract static from all you backpacker whack rappers,

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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