This is a song about "You call that muscle"

I'm tamin the beast that you call a flow

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

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

Call me homo all you want y’all prolly think that you’re geniuses

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Sometimes you wait and you'll never get that call,

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

And i just shit all on you i call that dropping logs.

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Of which we lack muscle.

A criminal grind mean hustle