This is a song about "No muscle"

Lady at the frank stand will

Of which we lack muscle.

No affiliation

One time give it up for him

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

High: that's why they call us planes

No hesitations no waits

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

No failed romances, no second glances,

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

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