This is a song about "Off the muscle"

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

You didn't keep the stage warm, step off!

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

Off the edge, causing head to fall off to the side

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

You already know you're dead

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Handed me the money, started sucking me off

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Of which we lack muscle.

Shout out them strippers who hustle