This is a song about "Muscle relaxer"

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

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

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

Of which we lack muscle.

Ain't nothing here minimal

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

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

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

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.