This is a song about "Muscles of the body"

That act black / till the upper half of their body moves so far back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

You cant stand up im on top of ya body

Light skinned hell of a body

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Winding up left next to the back door after a fight that left your muscles tore

As i'm dumping your body over the back of my yacht.

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Knowing you can no longer party

Never tame to any part of the body/

Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed