This is a song about "Weak ass"

I battle your weak-ass for any fucking price,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

My skills they are all weak

More money that mean less sleep

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

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

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

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Them people weak them people weak

You say my lines were weak,

Now it's time to eat

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing