This is a song about "Measuring someones weight"

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

They gotta be ready on call with the base head's weight,

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

You gave me confidence, about my appearance especially my weight

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

I guess with that much blood lost you would lose weight

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

I'm carrying all this weight

Someones trying to fight me, tryin to start shit

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

The proverbial lemonade that i made

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

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

They fasting they won't leave me ate