This is a song about "Your weak flow"

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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

I battle your weak-ass for any fucking price,

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Where would i be without my dogs

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

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

The revolution will proceed

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

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

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Your getting fucked enough, wit those weak words you throw up,