This is a song about "No 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

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Bad bitches get low right now

No one no where no why no how

I was going to go hard on you but i'm not even using any muscle.

Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Ain't no women at the shows

No, no, we are not those