This is a song about "Muscle"

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

We go to our spiritual rituals thinking its gonna cause some kind of miracle,

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

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

I go hard like a muscle my raps'll leave you puzzled

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

That just makes them a nobody, a failure as an individual,

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

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