This is a song about "Weak people"

Weak stomach, i need something

Niggas dying like its nothing

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

People words are weak like some snow

Preaching to the choir though

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

You must give up your shit is weak

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

I hear your vocals your giving it weak

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Enough that weak bullshit,

That's game bitch, ain't shit

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique