This is a song about "Pound syndrome"

You a bitch, i send you to the pound,

Now that's six cops found on that ground

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Guess that's all you can expect form a nigga with downs syndrome

But i apologize for not walking you around

Maybe i just shouldn't go so underground, make thunder 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.

30 chains on, bet the light work

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Leave the people thinking ya got down syndrome