This is a song about "Copin pounds of herb"

Damn man we got 25 pounds of colombian coke

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

I was prevented from seeing/ a fifth grader and 135 pounds

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Feelin so lit from smokin some herb, in the suburb,

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Pulling down her skirt

Like i'm a moldy old herb

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

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,