This is a song about "Lifts weight"

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

You assume the role and carry your weight

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Stand limp back weighted with the weight planet

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

You should probably lose some weight

Die, it ain't fate that the beast still boast weight

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Through thick and thin

All this weight im moving

I'm carrying all this weight

Low income no bills getting paid