This is a song about "Personal trainer"

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Their personal items destroyed

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Certainly working on personal courtesies

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

Yeah, cause i'm the super sega genesis

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice