This is a song about "Your thought is weak"

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Your talents weak, bitch i aint oblique

Pocket racked up all big faces

This what my thought sound is

I smoke and let the tree talk

A loss on your part, is a sad thought

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

They say that sleep is for the weak

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

The revolution will proceed

Climbin up this mountain your weak