This is a song about "Your thought is weak"

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

How could u take on anybody, ur shit is fuckin weak

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Your game plan brought to this race, man was weak,

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Thought police, your mind's not green.

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

I'm so tired, my will is weak like

Your talents weak, bitch i aint oblique

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

But here knb my verse is over its your turn spit your weak ass verbs.

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream