This is a song about "Weak mixtapes"

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Lucifer's back with his mixtapes, dropping fire, y'all waiting folks,

From the back seat, back seat

Climbin up this mountain your weak

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

Swear i will murk any beat

My skills they are all weak

Lordpapichulo taking over the opposite of weak

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Im a lyrical genius and every body is weak

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep