This is a song about "Joes weight"

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Wow! i been had my weight up.

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Got them drug connects, but i don't ever fuck with weight

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Im still here but i can't skate

I'm carrying all this weight

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

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Hoes and bros and average joes chillin' like a sick villain,

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate