This is a song about "Weight"

They gotta be ready on call with the base head's weight,

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

It makes me so sick i lose weight

New york, va, dc, get paid

Wow! i been had my weight up.

Say you don’t do what

You should probably lose some weight

All dem niggas gonna hate

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

They be pushing more drug pounds than k-fed's weight,