This is a song about "Hit the weight room"

Won't run out anytime soon

Her mother deftly left the room,

Across the crowded room,

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Buff gorilla in the room

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Weight of the world, i lift without preparation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga