This is a song about "Pound syndrome"

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Yeah you know i got that work

Us two we smoke a pound

They just go around

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Yo bro, wanna go toe to toe pound for pound

Waking up in cold sweat with gulf war syndrome

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

The fourth one, i like to kick around

You a bitch, i send you to the pound,

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

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

You downs-syndrome syphilitic bitch- you should have feared my viciousness

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business