This is a song about "Lifting weights"

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Lifting your bitch like blaine - what a shame she's an average jane

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Ankles feeling as if they're full of weights.

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

My success is lifting your eyelids/

Sip your frickin' gin tonic, split your lifting lit spliff chronic,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

Aren't you somethin', an original

Lifting the sinking pressure

Something worth dying for

Takes the weights off my chest

Hold up yea we the best