This is a song about "Jacks weak leg"

You must give up your shit is weak

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

With one leg left, now i'm hoppin' around crippled

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Have no souls indeed

My skills they are all weak

But don't fall asleep

You say my lines were weak,

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks