This is a song about "Hit the weight room"

Covered the room in splattered red,

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Cuz once i hit the ground, the weight will come down on me 'n all.

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Let em marinate, you forever late

You assume the role and carry your weight

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Stand limp back weighted with the weight planet

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I'm atlas, carry the weight of the world on my shoulders/

I'm not moving like a cartoon

When i went to the bath room

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale