This is a song about "Weak person"

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

I pray the lord my guns to keep

You say my lines were weak,

Top ranked, number one my son

But hey i'm not a person

That's the kinda person i am

Live my life through some film, man

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Made me a better person

All the girls really want is fun

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Them people weak them people weak

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

You must give up your shit is weak