This is a song about "Weak ass rap"

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

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

I'm not going to swing at your weak-ass pitches

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

Trillmatic your rap so weak look like you need to rethink

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Your last rap before your ass is in a casket, we're passing it,

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

This little creep done spit a weak rap called "fuck it"

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

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusionhappiness, living on the streets is a delusion

These weak ass emcee's got me questioning my sanity.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free