This is a song about "Ford mustang american muscle"

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Of which we lack muscle.

As i light one for ill will

You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal

Face it you're toast, we know his heart is his softest muscle

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

I'm that lion of the jungle with the nicest of fighters muscle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Took me a while just to write those

And american music shows.

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love