This is a song about "Weak rhyme"

My skills they are all weak

We can't catch the beat

I'm everything that they call nice

Gettin weak all in my knees

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

And actually put out a rhyme

Right flows down and they might go nice

Gettin weak all in my knees

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

You say my lines were weak,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And live a life of rhyme

Break it down one time

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Most of yall say im a weak ass rapper and that i cant rhyme well lets see,