This is a song about "1 pound"

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

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

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Battle pound for pound and diminish the rest

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Maybe i just shouldn't go so underground, make thunder pound,

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

All my other people that dance around

Could head home, i got pussy to pound