This is a song about "Gym shorts"

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

I wonder so often

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

Fuckin chicks is a rule if my girl think im loyal then that bitch is a fool

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

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

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Been public enemy since you thought pe was gym, bitch

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

I love all the inspiration

That it's over, you'll go through wars at a battlefield

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

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits