This is a song about "Hit the weight room"

Won't run out anytime soon

Across the crowded room,

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Self made coming soon

Buff gorilla in the room

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Incapable of the weight i was taking,

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Her mother deftly left the room,

Covered the room in splattered red,

So if i do call it's just a check