This is a song about "Fitness and fighting"

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

We was fighting for the system, shut up and listen

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

And i hope you stand beside me when,down and out but still fighting in,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

My raps got the stress eating mistress getting into fitness