This is a song about "Gym"

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Don't blame me if i win i'm always working out and hitting the gym

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Im going to the gym! to annoy the chicks! and

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

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

Been public enemy since you thought pe was gym, bitch

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