This is a song about "Da pounds"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Livin la vita da loca

It was just another party

Da real queen spellin b

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Moving pounds wit aggression

She all on my skin

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

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

Got ma head in da books

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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

Cracks what i'm flippin and i'm shippin it in fuckin pounds

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house