This is a song about "Muscle bears"

Lady at the frank stand will

I then gained a little muscle

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

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

The tip is so titillating and bitch you're just typical

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

We go to our spiritual rituals thinking its gonna cause some kind of miracle,

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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