This is a song about "Your weak flow"

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Beast with flow just for show i compete with the weak

Kirko paint her walls

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Your not gangster your just weak to the heart

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

I'm not going to swing at your weak-ass pitches

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Inside your mind is a strange flow,

Your weak so give it up, while i live it up

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck