This is a song about "Pound syndrome"

Let's enjoy our younger years

Pound for pound it could be worse

You a bitch, i send you to the pound,

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Dont blame me i had wack mc syndrome wanna blast mcs n then some

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

'pound it into yo head, you won't last!

If you ever feel alone and

No reason to be around

Could head home, i got pussy to pound

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Red bottoms with the spike work