This is a song about "Fitness"

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

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

My raps got the stress eating mistress getting into fitness

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

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

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

For instance i juggle rapping and family time for fitness

Dope phonics were fearless with lyrical fitness

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

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

Boosting mental fitness and i finally figure

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Physical fitness, home economics