This is a song about "Bodybuilding"

In yo arm, and yo wife jaw

Yea, my middle finger to the law

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

We'll rest 'till dawn, words are weapons, megatron's weapon arm,

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Indubitably i'm too street

Climbin up this mountain your weak