This is a song about "Pull game weak"

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

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

My skills they are all weak

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Artillery weak with guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

Translation cause my life is too sweet

You say my lines were weak,

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

Got her going down, no teeth

Gettin weak all in my knees