This is a song about "Weak ass"

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

I hear your vocals your giving it weak

I battle your weak-ass for any fucking price,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Gettin weak all in my knees

Just know that i'm always

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

You must give up your shit is weak

Most of yall say im a weak ass rapper and that i cant rhyme well lets see,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

They say that sleep is for the weak

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried