This is a song about "Weight and mass"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

You assume the role and carry your weight

And the mass of my tec will cause massive effect

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Talk sharp like a razor blade

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

At an extremly alarming rate

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Weight of world wont match my rise . i'll push down the ground and the sky

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Holding all this weight, not a copy and paste, finally opened my heart and broke down the gate

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

But as time passes, mass minds crash and lack climb

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime