This is a song about "Dead weight"

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

You gave me confidence, about my appearance especially my weight

I've become immune to you no name haters

Its putting a whole weight on my shoulders

I deal in heavy weight

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

They be pushing more drug pounds than k-fed's weight,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

You should probably lose some weight

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight