This is a song about "Physical fitness"

The body count is the physical proof

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Yeah, the pains of growing old are physical but mental, true

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Physical fitness, home economics

You better run before i shoot you like a missile with my rap pistol,

My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical

Physical pain stops the emotional it ain't a crime

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

But ill still have physical scars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

My raps got the stress eating mistress getting into fitness