This is a song about "Fitness"

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

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

You get fucked up, cause you don't know what fitness is about

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Boosting mental fitness and i finally figure

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

For instance i juggle rapping and family time for fitness

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Dope phonics were fearless with lyrical fitness

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

My raps got the stress eating mistress getting into fitness

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

Physical fitness, home economics

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience