This is a song about "Physical activity in the classroom"

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

The pains of growing old are physical and mental, true

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Trauma on my mental, as well as my physical

I'm the one in the classroom that just sits back and rolls his eyes.

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

I drunken stumbled to the classroom, fucked up as can be

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Physical frail but on the mic is invincible

If your spits were your physical reps

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

From the day-to-day, in the physical plane

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Extend the rhymes to fit your mental and physical,