This is a song about "Muscles"

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

With split muscles, spillin' curdling blood flows

As she goes through the levels

He thinks he's tall and got muscles

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick