This is a song about "Physical fitness"

Dope phonics were fearless with lyrical fitness

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

If your spits were your physical reps

Convertibles with turbo jets

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

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

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

The body count is the physical proof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Physical time on this earth short, but my legend will last

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Your flow is outta shape- it'll take more than bally's for fitness

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love