This is a song about "Getting physical"

From the day-to-day, in the physical plane

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

You better run before i shoot you like a missile with my rap pistol,

My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical

Yeah, the pains of growing old are physical but mental, true

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

Baby, you know who you are

Enemies getting closer.

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Physical time on this earth short, but my legend will last

But ill still have physical scars

Heard the sound of several gun shots