This is a song about "Moving pounds of hydro"

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Nowadays, i claim to toke my daily dose of pounds of haze

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Moving pounds wit aggression

Double mg not to mention

Stuck in the state of limbo, moving forth to prevail,

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

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

They all need attention, they call me a g though

Satan's horns, thunder pounds, pieces of an angel's face,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

I was prevented from seeing/ a fifth grader and 135 pounds

Going hydro on the aftermaths

In that pretty red dress, let's dance