This is a song about "Bass pounds"

No one-half and i hate math

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

But if you keep it underground, the corporate thunder pounds,

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Man but this ain't no sign language

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

If i can't get money i'd rather be down some pounds

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,