This is a song about "Pounds and rounds"

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Bust rounds in they chest till they fall to the floor

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

They just go around

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

Miss i want to read into your nature

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Go for rounds with a punchline knockout rocky,

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

I was prevented from seeing/ a fifth grader and 135 pounds