This is a song about "Gym sleek geek"

"a geek, what do you reckon"

Come get some, you little bum

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Work that pussy out you wont need no gym

But i told my self "don't falter dawg, you know you're a beast

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

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

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

Elite geek speaks unique, sleek with mystique, sweet technique

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Geek to always confound

Fuck you, i'm out

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