This is a song about "Weight lifting"

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Sip your frickin' gin tonic, split your lifting lit spliff chronic,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

I deal in heavy weight

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

You should probably lose some weight

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Incapable of the weight i was taking,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Look, i tried to call it quits

My success is lifting your eyelids/

Why not me the same thing

All this weight im moving

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

City national bank evolve into shape