This is a song about "Shape"

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

Itself in every form and shape and way,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take 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

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

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