This is a song about "The fitness"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

After the fire, comes the rain

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

My raps got the stress eating mistress getting into fitness

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Your the boat without the paddle

As i light one for ill will