This is a song about "Your thought is weak"

Her achilles heel is her weak heart.

Like a small garage in your backyard

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

I hear your vocals your giving it weak

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Im a lyrical genius and every body is weak

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Your talents weak, bitch i aint oblique

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

They say that sleep is for the weak

I said i got my ass beat

Your not gangster your just weak to the heart

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Come see real niggas on my team