This is a song about "Jon your weak"

I massacre you while you are on the jon

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

From the back seat, back seat

Them people weak them people weak

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Your talents weak, bitch i aint oblique

I battle your weak-ass for any fucking price,

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

You must give up your shit is weak

The revolution will proceed