This is a song about "Pound"

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Battle pound for pound and diminish the rest

This ones for the lovers

Pound for pound it could be worse

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

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

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff

Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia