This is a song about "Dead weight"

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Im washin off another plate

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Die, it ain't fate that the beast still boast weight

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

They fasting they won't leave me ate

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

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

All you niggas dead , dead fake

The proverbial lemonade that i made

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

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