This is a song about "Ful"

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

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

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

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