This is a song about "Jon your weak"

With your weak presence, dude you'll need weapons,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Your weak so give it up, while i live it up

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Your not gangster your just weak to the heart

Yea i'm missin some sleep

You must give up your shit is weak

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Your talents weak, bitch i aint oblique

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Your getting fucked enough, wit those weak words you throw up,