This is a song about "Hit the weight room"

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

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

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Step back to the dressing room

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Or spam try to get the cheese, while ham we holding weight

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

That’s what i call a fairy tale

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Than i walk out the room like im the coolest nigga to hit america,

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Stand limp back weighted with the weight planet

The real muscle in the message of that