This is a song about "Weak"

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

I hear your vocals your giving it weak

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

Weak stomach, i need something

I'm on the run, keep running

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

Leave's me weak and im blind

Indubitably i'm too street

You say my lines were weak,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,