This is a song about "Da pounds"

Nowadays, i claim to toke my daily dose of pounds of haze

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

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

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Lost my nigga over nothing though

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

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

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid