This is a song about "Ful"

It's weak-ful, i don't preach! i tap keys to each beat!

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

It's weak-ful, i don't preach! i tap keys to each beat!

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,