This is a song about "Muscles"

Amen, they say you only live once

He thinks he's tall and got muscles

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

With split muscles, spillin' curdling blood flows

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

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but