This is a song about "You call that muscle"

Got to the end of the tunnel

I then gained a little muscle

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

I'm tamin the beast that you call a flow

Cause i can't seem to see myself

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Of which we lack muscle.

A criminal grind mean hustle

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

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

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

You can call me wrong but that doesnt make you right,

I heard that statistic i almost cried