This is a song about "Weights"

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Ankles feeling as if they're full of weights.

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

Just say he's the best

Takes the weights off my chest