This is a song about "Pull game weak"

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Cause i'm in game of twister with you sister, so i pull down my rigor zipper,

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Mmg and that's my clique

You say my lines were weak,

They say that sleep is for the weak

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

I said i got my ass beat

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Your game plan brought to this race, man was weak,

I’m way harder than the concrete

Leave's me weak and im blind

Money back on my mind

Gettin weak all in my knees

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze