This is a song about "Muscle workout"

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Give us this day, our daily bread

Cause this rap is just a warm-up, we haven't even reached the workout

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Lyrics are criminal, every visible line is typical and pitiful

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

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

Me and whore white girls never workout,

Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out

Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,

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