This is a song about "Athletic training"

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And getting money is the song i sing

Them niggas pissed, need potty training

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

After all the training you gonna wanna abort

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Like denzel from training day

When love comes callin', don’t look away

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Training my craftship using people for practice