This is a song about "Weak mixtapes"

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Gettin weak all in my knees

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Lordpapichulo taking over the opposite of weak

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Beast with flow just for show i compete with the weak

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed