This is a song about "Better get your weight up"

Line up in an orderly fashion to get your brains smashed in

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

It could possibly get any better

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Get your mitts up bitch, this is a stick up

On they car note to go to the club

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

Rappers get jealous because they know lucifer's better,

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Probably get a boom headshot, or walk up and break your jaw

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Screw your starting line up, better put your whole team in

Weight of the world on up a tent pole

De la soul is from the soul