This is a song about "Physical fitness"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

Physical frail but on the mic is invincible

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Boosting mental fitness and i finally figure

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

The body count is the physical proof

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Extend the rhymes to fit your mental and physical,

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Physical pain stops the emotional it ain't a crime

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

If your spits were your physical reps

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