This is a song about "Moving pounds with agression"

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

The concept is so absurd

Keeping me moving forward

Agression of freddy kreuger in bed im a night terrorist

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

But you giving up my resolution is music moving

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Reason i stuck with the sound

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

Pounds of hash pass past but taken with wrath

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

No role models, except for them dudes slangin pounds

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