This is a song about "Weight moving"

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

But you giving up my resolution is music moving

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

They aren't even moving slow,

Never break, took a break though

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Rap was his only hope, like weapons shooting, seconds moving

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Stand limp back weighted with the weight planet

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

You assume the role and carry your weight

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing