This is a song about "Muscle"

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

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

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

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Probably die getting some head

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,

I was going to go hard on you but i'm not even using any muscle.

I'm modest, and humble

Of which we lack muscle.