This is a song about "Weak ass bitches"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

These weak ass motherfuckin rapper cats is just a fad

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

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

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I battle your weak-ass for any fucking price,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Them people weak them people weak

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

Climbin up this mountain your weak

Niggas is unifying as we speak

The drug that they brain need

My skills they are all weak