This is a song about "Gaining weight"

Its putting a whole weight on my shoulders

Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two rovers

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Gaining youth, drink from the chalice at the fountain.

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

But things ain't no changing, nothing amazing, no shit i'm gaining

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I feel good, i look great

I deal in heavy weight

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I guess with that much blood lost you would lose weight

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Stand limp back weighted with the weight planet

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

My shoulders have been teared from the weight