This is a song about "Copin pounds of herb"

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Like i'm a moldy old herb

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Satan's horns, thunder pounds, pieces of an angel's face,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

You're uncool like my mother kin

Moving pounds wit aggression

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

They just go around