This is a song about "Da pounds"

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

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

She all on my skin

Moving pounds wit aggression

I'd done stacked many

Da real queen spellin b

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

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

I drive that all around

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground