This is a song about "T pound"

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Until the end of time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Pound for pound it could be worse

But we still real brothers

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Unify them, mob through, take over and