This is a song about "Measuring someones weight"

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

You leave cracks? sounds like uve been up someones ass.

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

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Incapable of the weight i was taking,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I do the right thing

All this weight im moving

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

You hit the wall like its another crack in someones ass.

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Let em marinate, you forever late

You assume the role and carry your weight

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate