This is a song about "No muscle"

We original officially the most original

I'm that lion of the jungle with the nicest of fighters muscle

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Face it you're toast, we know his heart is his softest muscle

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

I go hard like a muscle my raps'll leave you puzzled

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

No affiliation

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone