This is a song about "Muscle car"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

'bout to get my other car

She prayed on me passing that bar

Bad, just like an 80's car

Young money, d-town's all star

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

If we wasn't so original, my life despises as a mofo criminal

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

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

I'm a fucking rap star

Your music in the car

Jokes on you i don't have a car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far