This is a song about "Jack your weak"

Jack your wheels at the red light

At your best you might

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Coming at me with weak lines your reputation is now tarnished.

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

I battle your weak-ass for any fucking price,

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

I hear your vocals your giving it weak

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Get on your knees,let me see how you get weak

You say your clever but you lyrics seem to show that you're weak

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep