This is a song about "Gym sleek geek"

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

Oh, you look like my next victim

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Little faggots tryna bluff, i ain't a jock or a geek,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Back to the gym so you can practice

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

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

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

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

You can disown him or stone him