This is a song about "Weight room"

We both teenagers with the same mind state

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Across the crowded room,

I'm not moving like a cartoon

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

See let me demonstrate

I'm carrying all this weight

Die, it ain't fate that the beast still boast weight

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

The proverbial lemonade that i made

You should probably lose some weight

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

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

You gave me confidence, about my appearance especially my weight

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight