This is a song about "Weak ass bitches"

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

People don't condone what they've never seen

More money that mean less sleep

Them people weak them people weak

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

You better go home with your weak ass moans, and bitch quit blushing,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Climbin up this mountain your weak

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Cause you're a weak ass rapper that just raps about hoes

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Those weak ass basic already used punch lines are nothing more than a voter optical illusion