This is a song about "T pound"

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Pound your head in, thats hammer

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant

Not one j got a pair or more

You don;t thin anymore

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Pound for pound it could be worse

Babies turn into shooters