This is a song about "Working out"

I've got nothin' to worry about

Taken up drama, acting, working out.

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

I've been working out my tongue to get the words out quick

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

Find her passed out in bed and you still your game working like

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

Poor, working-class household, now i'm here out cold,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Certainly working on personal courtesies

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I'm working on four dimensions

The jiggas and the tips