This is a song about "Gym work money weed"

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

Have no souls indeed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Back to the gym so you can practice

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

You'll never be late for work

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Me and my peeps often meet

Who be puffin that weed

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I work hard, nigga put in work