This is a song about "Freshmen in gym"

You can disown him or stone him

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

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

Back to the gym so you can practice

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

We were the freshmen with some 'cess in hand, a joint with a spliff in it

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Visible meaning that my spot will be unsinkable.every verse lay is a miracle,

I'm just like you trying to hustle, no time for gym, hope i don't lose muscle