This is a song about "Your lyrics are whack"

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Stack your caskets my lyrics are magnets to malice on maggots.

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

I dont know why you try, your lyrics are a waste

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Look i have no time to play your lyrics are like eggs what the fuck are you tranna say?

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

My lyrics are so sublime.

Guess that means you can never be mine

My four-four's givin payback

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Because my lyrics are draggin' your lyrical corpse across the place