This is a song about "The fitness"

Guess i’m different than most

The more battles the better the flows

Than the birds on the wire

It's real dog, i live in the fire

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

My raps got the stress eating mistress getting into fitness

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Physical fitness, home economics

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

Take the exit, the nearest left

I'm the operator, the administrator.

You is not hip then i can not coach her