This is a song about "Your rhymes are wack"

Third ward general, young cash money

Your thinking your rhymes are to much for me

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

I know im a wack rapper, whos rhymes are straight out the sewer,

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

Your rhymes are dirty and smell bad like sauerkraut,

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Your rhymes are so old, if they sit out they're gonna rot.