This is a song about "Skeletal muscle"

Of which we lack muscle.

Yeah come holla at your uncle

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

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

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

If we wasn't so original, my life despises as a mofo criminal

I got the muscle to swing a knuckle, feeling like you've been wiped with a belt buckle/