This is a song about "Muscles"

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

He thinks he's tall and got muscles

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

With split muscles, spillin' curdling blood flows