This is a song about "Lifting weights"

My success is lifting your eyelids/

Look, i tried to call it quits

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

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

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

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Ankles feeling as if they're full of weights.

My records sell, yes sir

Lifting the sinking pressure

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

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

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Takes the weights off my chest

Is what i quest