This is a song about "Bars weak"

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

If you a freak, i can take you to your peak

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

And now the present got you struggling

Weak stomach, i need something

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

I keep my money neat

They cunts think that we are weak

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Gettin weak all in my knees

I can always go home and look down my street

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak