This is a song about "I ll make a man out of you"

Of course a lame gone make you sick

She's cute but her forehead's big

You ll catch some mean lumps

Real light jab to opponents

You ll still be a prize winner

And then along came the wrong man for her

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Scenes make a grown man cry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Alright, out the gate i gotta make you explain when you say