This is a song about "Zachs raps are whack"

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

My four-four's givin payback

Yea my rhymes still are whack

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

My raps are artistic

Whack rappers are pissing me off, and everybody knows this

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

your raps are sick like an ill dick

I dropped another classic

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

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

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