This is a song about "Your lyrics are whack"

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

So i guess you could say your flow is 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

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

Your lyrics are devastating, get all happy when you get a text from the bird your dating,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Top dropped down, black on black

Yea my rhymes still are whack

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