This is a song about "Jose weak"

They say that sleep is for the weak

From the back seat, back seat

4-3... yea, remember that please

Gettin weak all in my knees

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Artillery weak with guns

Guess they ran out of options

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Think we're weak, we've been defeated?