This is a song about "Ful"

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

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

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