This is a song about "Zachary tracks are whack"

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

With tracks on my sleeve, you girl are never gunna leave", forever awake no sleep

I'm everything that they call nice

While i make tracks overseas

Im happier when high and drunk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Whack rappers are pissing me off, and everybody knows this

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

You and my gat are attached talk whack he'll attack ya

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run