This is a song about "Shape up"

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

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

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

She said i'm ready to fuck

When i roll another doob up

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

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

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake