This is a song about "Pounds and rounds"

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

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

So i got pounds of weed though it sounds obscene

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels

But if you keep it underground, the corporate thunder pounds,

Bust rounds in they chest till they fall to the floor

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

Cracks what i'm flippin and i'm shippin it in fuckin pounds

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

New sheriff's in town i'm makin the rounds.