This is a song about "Muscle"

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

No one notice your struggle

I then gained a little muscle

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

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

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

"you was the one that had me for a while, made me admit you're beautiful."

Of which we lack muscle.

A criminal grind mean hustle

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone