This is a song about "Weak raps"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

And even worse my raps

He just get her bigger bags

Climbin up this mountain your weak

Niggas is unifying as we speak

Cause talk is cheap

You say my lines were weak,

Gettin weak all in my knees

I'm everything that they call nice

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Artillery weak with guns

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Weak stomach, i need something

Cause you're a weak ass rapper that just raps about hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose