This is a song about "Your bars weak"

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

If you want the truth from me i say your #timing is #weak

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

And your readin my bars

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Bitch come on and come at me with your weak as

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Got you weak, i can see it in your lungs

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

Your not gangster your just weak to the heart

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,