This is a song about "Personal trainning"

Just know when your mom says she going to one of her "personal healing",

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

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

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

Their personal items destroyed

That's why i'm so annoyed

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods