This is a song about "Muscle relaxer"

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

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

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

Of which we lack muscle.

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

I then gained a little muscle

Lady at the frank stand will

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

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Im trying to see her in bed

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone