This is a song about "400 pound prostitute and some robitussin"

I fear no opponent

Get some visine and

I'm bout to vick em and then take em to my dog pound

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

And a fridge and some broccoli

Looking at your money

I don't see a problem

And listen with your ear some

This one's for the lovers

Pound for pound it could be worse

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

No reason to be around

Could head home, i got pussy to pound