This is a song about "Mike at the gym"

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

The next day i went to the gym to see all my friends making a cake for the school

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Hold the mike i gotta rip it while it's hot, skeet drop

Back to the gym so you can practice

And panned out, i'm all in love

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!