This is a song about "Shake weight"

Early adapters agree they all late

Slithering snake you whither and shake

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Real quiet bout to make you shake

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Hold my tears i tried my best

I have so much weight on my chest

You assume the role and carry your weight

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

(milkshake)that thing shake with it

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

It makes me so sick i lose weight

We both had dreams of being great

I deal in heavy weight

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate