This is a song about "Your rhymes are wack"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I wish that you could walk that talk but your bars are wack

These lines are like your rhymes... i killed it

In the midst of a fire pit

I was doing, lex pursuing, niggas be wired like western union

You weren't fusin' a ruse when you said your rhymes are confusin'

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

To imply your rhymes are fly is a pathological lie

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Your rhymes are wack, your swag is wack your shit is so last year

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier