This is a song about "Athletic training"

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Training my craftship using people for practice

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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

Them niggas pissed, need potty training

Bun b, i’m underground king

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

After all the training you gonna wanna abort