This is a song about "Zachs raps are whack"

I call em up, they might fall through

Your raps are all askew

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Skills you lack is more than ya bars,that are whack

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

These whack clowns are background rappers but i'mma crack down

Your holy raps are to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Cutting me this worthless check

Your raps are so brain dead

On the slow jam of love

Your raps are monotonous

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

My raps are composite, solid "juju"

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake