This is a song about "Muscle contractions"

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

We original officially the most original

I'm despicable, invisible to your visible visual,

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

Of which we lack muscle.

Ain't nothing here minimal

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

A criminal grind mean hustle

I then gained a little muscle

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone