This is a song about "Pound"

If you ever feel alone and

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

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

Us two we smoke a pound

Now that's six cops found on that ground

I just might throw a big amount

Could head home, i got pussy to pound

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

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

I found that i spit profound above all these niggas like i smoked a pound

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Yea and this is something to think about

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this