This is a song about "The gym"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

Got the passion for the music

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Work that pussy out you wont need no gym