This is a song about "Your lyrics are whack"

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

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

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

My lyrics are so sublime.

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Here, whack rappers i'll make a promise with you, but first let these lyrics like comets hit you

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

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

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

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Their topics are weak and their rhymes are whack,