This is a song about "Weak passwords"

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Lordpapichulo taking over the opposite of weak

You say my lines were weak,

We can't catch the beat

Yea i'm missin some sleep

They cunts think that we are weak

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

The revolution will proceed

I am a master that mastered these passwords

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Club house, i'm demanding passwords so villains can't infiltrate

Gettin weak all in my knees

I'm everything that they call nice