This is a song about "Copin pounds of herb"

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

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

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Girl, i put in that work

Like i'm a moldy old herb

Burn't, can't afford any strains / of the herb which'll open my brain

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

Nowadays, i claim to toke my daily dose of pounds of haze

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

From the projects to the penthouse

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

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