This is a song about "Weak passwords"

Mmg and that's my clique

Climbin up this mountain your weak

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

I am a master that mastered these passwords

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Leave's me weak and im blind

You on my mind

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

I hear your vocals your giving it weak

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

Them people weak them people weak

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep