This is a song about "Moving pounds"

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Rap was his only hope, like weapons shooting, seconds moving

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Keeping me moving forward

I been all around the world

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

Pounds of hash pass past but taken with wrath

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

They aren't even moving slow,

Silly bitches gon' follow

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid