This is a song about "Gym junkies"

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Work that pussy out you wont need no gym

The next day i went to the gym to see all my friends making a cake for the school

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Been public enemy since you thought pe was gym, bitch

Tatted delirious junkies

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Back to the gym so you can practice

My hat is always the color of cactus