This is a song about "Jose weak"

Money ain't a thing

Weak stomach, i need something

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

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

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

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Artillery weak with guns

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Pulled in more directions than intersections, avoiding collisions, weak

I say what my mind speak

Them people weak them people weak