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

Get some visine and

And more than confident

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

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Battle pound for pound and diminish the rest

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I'm going 400 to 3000 they're my favorites, and not those knock off phillips

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

A latina prostitute that i produced

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

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

I drive that all around

Us two we smoke a pound