This is a song about "Muscle"

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

I was going to go hard on you but i'm not even using any muscle.

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

I respect that you don't know yet

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

If we wasn't so original, my life despises as a mofo criminal

Just like an animal

I then gained a little muscle

Of which we lack muscle.

Shout out them strippers who hustle

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

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