This is a song about "About the muscles"

Talk shit about the clique,

More money that mean less sleep

I feel good, i look great

Dont care about the hate

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Dont care about the hate

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Ironically,im the world that youre talking about

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

About to sweep the nation

When you ain't got no education

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Don't think about touching the throne,

Stop blowin' up my cell phone