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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

I've got nothin' to worry about

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

Pound your head in, thats hammer

Well, that's what you are

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups