This is a song about "Isabels mixtapes are weak"

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Guns are meant for weak men, y'all can get the last shot,

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Those weak ass basic already used punch lines are nothing more than a voter optical illusion

Those weak ass basic already used punch lines are nothing more than a voter optical illusion

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusionhappiness, living on the streets is a delusion

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Lucifer's back with his mixtapes, dropping fire, y'all waiting folks,

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed