This is a song about "The fitness"

They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out

You get fucked up, cause you don't know what fitness is about

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

The youngest of my mother kids

Physical fitness, home economics

For the outlawz, here we come

To the voice of the oblivion,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

I'm the operator, the administrator.

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for