This is a song about "Weak"

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Them people weak them people weak

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Im a lyrical genius and every body is weak

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

The revolution will proceed

You say my lines were weak,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

Guess they ran out of options

Artillery weak with guns

From the back seat, back seat

They cunts think that we are weak

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak