This is a song about "Weight"

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

You gave me confidence, about my appearance especially my weight

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

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

And i could see you coming home after work late

You should probably lose some weight

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

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

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

I'm carrying all this weight

Redbox flow and i do not date

City national bank evolve into shape

My shoulders have been teared from the weight