This is a song about "Shape"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Rap is out of shape, so i just wanna taper

I had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take shape

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

With the rest of my brain that gave once they made out the shape

Once the fumes and hues have dissipated, get situated as it takes shape

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Put me into this tip top, shape,

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

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

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Grab it and handle it, dismantle it 'til you like the shape