This is a song about "You call that muscle"

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

I can taste the salt from my tears

All the bitches know my name

That you call the rap game

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

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

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

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

And i wonder you call you that, because the women made us,

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

That two face bitch that you call your friend these days

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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