This is a song about "Your thought is weak"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Climbin up this mountain your weak

Weak is the word that would describe y'alls chest,

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Im weak, so are you, think your safe when your just confused

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I see a young teen

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Coming at me with weak lines your reputation is now tarnished.

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

With your weak presence, dude you'll need weapons,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Your not gangster your just weak to the heart