This is a song about "Freshman in gym"

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Work that pussy out you wont need no gym

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Knocked out in the lunch in

I know you're mad, but so what

Stuck in the in the tub,

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky