This is a song about "Hit the gym"

I must go like fly route

Hit you with the knockout

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Work that pussy out you wont need no gym

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Im bout to hit the armory

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

It'll be two hits, i hit you, you hit the ground,

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Hit the earth like an asteroid

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

Back to the gym so you can practice

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love