This is a song about "Jack your weak"

You must give up your shit is weak

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Your talents weak, bitch i aint oblique

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

I'm not going to swing at your weak-ass pitches

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Your game plan brought to this race, man was weak,