This is a song about "Love for fitness"

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Physical fitness, home economics

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

No love at all no love for my natives at all

I'm a knight your a serf, hows that for courtly love.

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Another time for the thugs that need love

And is ready for love section

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Dope phonics were fearless with lyrical fitness

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I love you only aid for you y

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

For the love of the gameeeeee (echo)

Word, absence will make the heart grow