This is a song about "Personal trainer"

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Fuck a personal foul, i'm just hurtin' 'em now

If i die today was it business? was it personal?

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

So please don't take it personal, the ending is clear

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

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

But nobody gives a fuck, fuck it, signed anonymous