This is a song about "Weak shoe game"

Mmg and that's my clique

Them people weak them people weak

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Rap game tighter that shabazz shoe strings

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Bitch i'm all you need

You say my lines were weak,

I’m way harder than the concrete

Climbin up this mountain your weak

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

I'm flyer than a shoe i'm higher than a bundle keep ya

The haters gonna walk up and spit on ya shoe

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I can always go home and look down my street

I hear your vocals your giving it weak