This is a song about "The fitness"

My raps got the stress eating mistress getting into fitness

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

I'm the operator, the administrator.

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Took me a while just to write those

The more battles the better the flows

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

To the voice of the oblivion,

The trigger or the chair

Three town homes in delaware

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters