This is a song about "Weak mills"

I said i got my ass beat

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

My skills they are all weak

More money that mean less sleep

Think we're weak, we've been defeated?

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

You must give up your shit is weak

I got a lot on my mind

Leave's me weak and im blind

My reservation is to make some mills

Silicone bitches got the confidence