This is a song about "Da pounds"

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Satan's horns, thunder pounds, pieces of an angel's face,

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

If i can't get money i'd rather be down some pounds

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

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

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

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

Da real queen spellin b

Than the muse of a family

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

The sun gives light cause it is the window

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

And i get it cheaper, i cop bricks like sneakers

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

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