This is a song about "Pounds and rounds"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Pounds of hash pass past but taken with wrath

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

But my character never could be like them, man

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Your blushing, cuz my fist gave you rounds of kiss tough,

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Moving pounds wit aggression