The comedy world has found itself in another viral controversy this time involving Akaash Singh co host of the popular FLAGRANT podcast who has allegedly taken down a satirical song about his marriage through a strike on YouTube.
CrackAmico who recently gained attention for his viral Riyadh Money diss track targeting comedians who performed in Saudi Arabia had his latest musical creation removed from the platform.
“Removed from YouTube for harassment and channel stricken. Appealing now.”
He noted the seemingly arbitrary nature of content moderation with
“No rhyme or reason to any of this sh-t.”
The song that drew Singh‘s ire focused on the comedian’s relationship dynamics with his wife Jasleen who has been attempting to build her own social media presence through couple content and lifestyle vlogs. The satirical track comes amid growing online discussion about the couple’s public persona particularly following renewed attention from Myron Gaines of Fresh and Fit who had previously clashed with the FLAGRANT crew three years ago over relationship advice.
The timing is notable given CrackAmico‘s recent success in comedy circles. His Riyadh Money track had generated widespread discussion among comedians with reactions ranging from amused acknowledgment to genuine appreciation for the craft.
Critics have questioned the basis for the takedown with some pointing out inconsistencies in YouTube’s enforcement policies.
Jasleen has been open about her lifestyle on social media describing herself without apology.
“I’m a stay at home wife but I don’t cook or clean because I don’t feel like it. And my husband is a full time stand up comedian and he buys me lots of nice things.”
Her philosophy she explains is that
“his money’s our money and my money is my money.”
The situation raises questions about how comedians who regularly dish out criticism and satire handle being on the receiving end and whether legal mechanisms like copyright strikes are appropriate responses to parody and commentary.
As of now Crack Amico is appealing the strike and the comedy community watches to see whether the content will be restored or if this marks a new precedent for how public figures respond to satirical songs about their personal lives.
SIMP (Akaash Singh Diss) pic.twitter.com/JBSB9ptQMD
— Crack Amico (@CrackAmicoRAP) November 25, 2025
Lyrics:
A lot of stuff you guys say in general,
I think is stuff that’s kind of childish.
I’m gonna turn you from a simp to a p*mp.
Alright, bro.
Can we grow up?
I was popping my p***s and living my
best life in these white boy frat houses,
and I had a roster of guys that I would rotate through.
You know it’s hard out here for a simp
When you’re trying to give your honey every simp
With all the flavored podcasts money spend
We let them bros talking s*it on Fresh and Fit
You know it’s hard out here for a G
When you find out that you’re warming for the streets
Is it really worth the bombs if it’s shame?
You get the scum blood and please do not break the ink
In my eyes,
I done seen some crazy things from these Gs
Guess the marriage didn’t go how they arranged
The B, say his name, I regained
Put you in a headlock,
motherf*cker turned a red pill into a red dot
Headshot,
Dred Scott,
never seen this type of whipping
Got you tripping,
gave her two rings like a gymnast
Now she flipping,
caught you slipping,
need to stop the ticky-tocking
Clock is ticking to that hoe,
drop a phone,
hit the kitchen
Do the dishes,
drop the special,
full of some hack bits
Ironically named it Gaslit, that’s some sad s*it
Need to head back to the gas pump,
where your dad is
If you ain’t gon’ keep your hands strong,
then drop the black set
Fart that s*it,
I hope you rise and turn to a savage
No more buying them Birkin bags when they come with baggage
He was trying to hone your craft,
she was with them frat kids
They was busting out of back while they playing Madden
Man,
I ain’t trying to make you mad,
I hate that this happened
Time to take off on your carpet,
gotta drop the jasmine
That’s what happens when you go 30 years of life and never get none
Looking like a boo don’t mean you need to be a simp,
son
Cash, please, keep your cash free
On the other side,
the grass green with no jasmine
Need to wake up from this bad dream
She only love you for your name
Guess it must be all the bundles of cash that make her sane
You’re a king,
you just need a real queen for the throne
Independent brown baller and your money is your own
She ain’t working,
cooking,
cleaning,
don’t contribute to your home
All she do is take away from what you’ve grown
Say brown boy,
sell it quick,
got b*tches wanna check
Leash tight,
no slack,
time to take that p*ssy back
Go with Z’s on that b*tch, her soul rotten
Can’t spray no Febreze on that s*it
Gotta up and leave, what the f*ck you mean?
Don’t need no dominance,
at least remove her internet
She lacking basic intellect,
you hate her but you love her when you get her right
She slipping left and right when you give lips
She got you missing pecs and kissing necks
She giving sex, stop giving checks
If someone should be giving next
And that’s on God, I’m repeat
But you flagrant,
young and rich,
there’s lots of queens for you to make
That won’t play you like a fool,
even make you something to eat
Full transition from the sipping to the f*cking top G
Cause it’s hard out here for a sim
When you’re trying to give your honey every sin
With all the flavored podcasts, money spent
We’ll let them bros talking s*it on Fresh and Fit
You know it’s hard out here for a G
When you find out that you’re warming for the streets
Is it really worth the bobs if it’s sheen?
You getting scum blooded, please do not redeem