This is a song about "Weight and mass"

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

And eternally take his weight and leave it in the ocean

Low income no bills getting paid

I deal in heavy weight

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

It makes me so sick i lose weight

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here