This is a song about "Shape"

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

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Itself in every form and shape and way,

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

I'm dreaming to be great

Put me into this tip top, shape,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard