This is a song about "Da pounds"

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

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Stay brokeit's all in together now

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

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

Tell 'em build a boat like noah

Livin la vita da loca

I'm the man 4 da game cuz i bring on da game

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane