This is a song about "Da pounds"

Livin la vita da loca

And muthafuck the quota

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

Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Moving pounds wit aggression

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Homie, got the industry watchin' dmv now

Da da da da then, it hit me now, oh wow!

Yeah, look here i pay dues

You messin wit da truth,

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule