This is a song about "1 pound"

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Inspired from 1-1 am, 1-9-9-9, (c just slide by 'n' slice your lungs

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

But im not fucking around, im giving the beat a pound

Pound for pound it could be worse

And what about the rappers

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Us two we smoke a pound

They can’t even come around

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit