This is a song about "Lifting weight"

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Its putting a whole weight on my shoulders

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Let em marinate, you forever late

They be pushing more drug pounds than k-fed's weight,

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

The good kid from the ugly city

That i will leave earth with her

Lifting the sinking pressure

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

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

You gave me confidence, about my appearance especially my weight