This is a song about "Dead weight"

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Im washin off another plate

You should probably lose some weight

I get my paper, y'all just hate

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

You gave me confidence, about my appearance especially my weight

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Got them drug connects, but i don't ever fuck with weight

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I guess with that much blood lost you would lose weight

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

They gotta be ready on call with the base head's weight,