This is a song about "Gym fag"

'cause fab said he looked like a fag

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I told you bitches thats how it is i aint no fag

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Back to the gym so you can practice

Gym volleying! right there on the courts rallying! right there on the field

I got that potentiality to decease whatever comes in like a fucking wild beast

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

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack