This is a song about "Weight and mass"

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

It makes me so sick i lose weight

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

And eternally take his weight and leave it in the ocean

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

All dem niggas gonna hate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,