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

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

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Yea and this is something to think about

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Yo bro, wanna go toe to toe pound for pound

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise...

All lying ass defensive ass boys

And also know some dj'ing tricks.

Shout out bobby on hundreds

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps