This is a song about "Gym rat"

The real muscle in the message of that

But i'm backed up into a corner like a rat/

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

We just slapped the ugly rat.

I'mma sign that work and release that

In fact you're as killable as drugged up lab rat,

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

You claim your life a maze? well duh, you're a lab rat

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Work that pussy out you wont need no gym