This is a song about "Get it out the muscle"

I'm modest, and humble

Of which we lack muscle.

I don't know what you heard about

It was the best sex it grosses me out

You might need a doc to get it out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

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

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Step 1 grab the rope and get the gag out

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

Get out my head/ take the memories too.

It turns out your'e the opposite

See i let my nigga split that

Masterbigt, you think your good, get it out of your head,

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed