This is a song about "Measuring someones weight"

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

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Stand limp back weighted with the weight planet

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

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

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

I guess with that much blood lost you would lose weight

Its putting a whole weight on my shoulders

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Straight g thing, double m g thing

All this weight im moving

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Cop a car, new estate

You should probably lose some weight