This is a song about "Working in a gym"

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

First off congratulations on the win

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

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

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

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Through glasses seeing everything as it passes, the work of the jerk in a working world

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Always working hard never gave herself a rest