This is a song about "Pound"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Battle pound for pound and diminish the rest

But im not fucking around, im giving the beat a pound

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

They can’t even come around

Us two we smoke a pound

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Making a movie, spike work

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,