This is a song about "Weak kid"

Gettin weak all in my knees

Got tired of running from the police

Weak stomach, i need something

I'm the sushi king

More money that mean less sleep

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

I pray the lord my guns to keep

You must give up your shit is weak

Leave's me weak and im blind

The glare makes me hard to find

I can always go home and look down my street

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

You say my lines were weak,

This is the concrete

Fuck you and ya' attendance kid,

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked