This is a song about "Weak raps"

And all she wants is to dance

Enough of the weakened raps

They say that sleep is for the weak

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Because they weak, like seven days.

3m's on my new balance

Artillery weak with guns

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

And even worse my raps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak