This is a song about "Pound"

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Cause i've found, you pound people like me to get some love/

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

I found that i spit profound above all these niggas like i smoked a pound

It's a fools fatewithout your word

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Pound for pound it could be worse

This ones for the lovers