This is a song about "The girl in the gym"

Don't blame me if i win i'm always working out and hitting the gym

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Woke up in a cold sweat and told the girl we had to break up

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Little girl magic, truth be told, a star in the fold

When you ain't got no education

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Im going to the gym! to annoy the chicks! and

Gym volleying! right there on the courts rallying! right there on the field

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased