This is a song about "Pull game weak"

I'm everything that they call nice

Gettin weak all in my knees

Gettin weak all in my knees

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

Sometimes i think, what i need

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Now it's time to eat

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap