This is a song about "Weight moving"

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

They aren't even moving slow,

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

All dem niggas gonna hate

The wrong drink, the right work

Keeping me moving forward

New york, va, dc, get paid

I'm carrying all this weight

Talk sharp like a razor blade

It makes me so sick i lose weight

And of course, my car's off course

Moving houses for supposed whores

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Or spam try to get the cheese, while ham we holding weight

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight