This is a song about "Nigga talking shit when i m off the mutafuckin pound"

You a bitch, i send you to the pound,

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Beautiful are thou, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Nigga i could flip a verse off the top of the dome

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Talking bare skin cause i was shirtless when that shit occurred

Shoulda listened when i said don't wanna hear you talking shit no more

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Im a champ i go pound for pound, cause i settled in the south,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Instead of shit talking, i just cut the chit chatter