This is a song about "Lifting weight"

Then play you all my latest shit

Stand limp back weighted with the weight planet

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

I'm carrying all this weight

And now your best friend's having kids

My success is lifting your eyelids/

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

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

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

I guess with that much blood lost you would lose weight

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Incapable of the weight i was taking,

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight