This is a song about "Da pounds"

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

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

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Pounds of hash pass past but taken with wrath

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

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Got ma head in da books

I flash smiles at the mean looks

And niggas flashing crazy

Da real queen spellin b

High as shit, i’m in a booth

You messin wit da truth,