This is a song about "Athletic training"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

So they taught me to spray

Like denzel from training day

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Training my craftship using people for practice

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Training my craftship using people for practice

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses