This is a song about "Weak mixtapes"

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Lordpapichulo taking over the opposite of weak

Because they weak, like seven days.

This is no trial, this a closed case

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Now it's time to eat

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

My skills they are all weak

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

Artillery weak with guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence