This is a song about "Weak passwords"

Because they weak, like seven days.

Yeah hail mary full of grace

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

My skills they are all weak

But he don't rule a thing

Weak stomach, i need something

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Get on your knees,let me see how you get weak

I am a master that mastered these passwords

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Lordpapichulo taking over the opposite of weak

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak