This is a song about "Fitness"

Physical fitness, home economics

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

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

My raps got the stress eating mistress getting into fitness

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

For instance i juggle rapping and family time for fitness

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Dope phonics were fearless with lyrical fitness

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Boosting mental fitness and i finally figure