This is a song about "Jose weak"

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Pulled in more directions than intersections, avoiding collisions, weak

I say what my mind speak

You say my lines were weak,

Im a lyrical genius and every body is weak

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

Cause lately iv been going by jose n stocking on my prey

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Artillery weak with guns

3m's on my new balance

My skills they are all weak

More money that mean less sleep