This is a song about "T pound"

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Pound your head in, thats hammer

Took the van, went snatch her

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

They can not pause like right one sega

Battle pound for pound and diminish the rest

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Me love you long time

I'm a magician so please focus

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this