This is a song about "Weak ass bitches"

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Them people weak them people weak

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

I battle your weak-ass for any fucking price,

These weak ass motherfuckin rapper cats is just a fad

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

But bitches down in your berserk ass, pounding your balls as it drips the tears

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

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