This is a song about "Deltoid"

I go hard like a muscle my raps'll leave you puzzled

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

I'm just like you trying to hustle, no time for gym, hope i don't lose muscle

But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble

I work hard for everything i get

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Got to the end of the tunnel

Of which we lack muscle.

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

You weak as muscle relaxers

Now you got a masters

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

They ain't got no muscle you would think they was weightless.

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

I got the muscle to swing a knuckle, feeling like you've been wiped with a belt buckle/