This is a song about "Ryleigh is weak"

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Coming at me with weak lines your reputation is now tarnished.

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Wake up every morning taken from my dreams feeling bleak, strength is weak

Cause talk is cheap

My skills they are all weak

But here knb my verse is over its your turn spit your weak ass verbs.

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

You must give up your shit is weak

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Lord's messengers flank in..lesser jerks crack up..weak believers..this lesson of theirs is rough/

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I hear your vocals your giving it weak

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique