This is a song about "Libra"

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

So take the stage just show me what you got

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

The bigger the the fun

Tryna find the one

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Yo this is your homie a scale

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Of multiple prisms tripping like i'm off balance on a rigid

Not talking bout hova keep balance like you supposed ta

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Your either as hot as the sun or as cold as ice

Day and night are my 'posites rare

With that weed in the air