This is a song about "Planet fitness"

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Manic candidate for a different planet

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

The dopest on the planet

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

On a far away planet

I will wipe you off this planet

I’m first class on my trip trip

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Im put on this planet to annoy

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Only if everyone can see what goes on in the planet