This is a song about "Weak and poor"

But hey yo look, money from across the street

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

But she forgot about the golden rule

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

But don't fall asleep

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Not for the weak, frail and brittle