This is a song about "Eve was weak"

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

More money that mean less sleep

They cunts think that we are weak

Artillery weak with guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

My skills they are all weak

Now it's time to eat

African queen got what you need

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

It haunts me every christmas eve

... club, we'll be actin' real nice