This is a song about "Bad shape"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Times aren't always that bad

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Luxury life, results living bad

Why you treat them so bad

There's crack, there's crack

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Man that was fuckin bad

I can't turn back

Put me into this tip top, shape,

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Your flow is outta shape- it'll take more than bally's for fitness

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because