This is a song about "Lifting weights"

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

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

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

My success is lifting your eyelids/

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Lifting the sinking pressure

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

Ankles feeling as if they're full of weights.

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

Hold my tears i tried my best

Takes the weights off my chest