This is a song about "Moving pound of weed they call hydro"

They say i can't flow even though i'm hydro/

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

You said i was clingy but spoke of moving in with me.