This is a song about "A body like this"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

Do i know me? this plush body with a broken soul that i call home,

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Head rush, a feel like your leaving your body

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Ripping ya tendons and using the bitches to wrap ya body up like a gift for christmas/

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

Your body on my body baby stickin like some glue

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

My heart exists as a miracle organ pumping death throughout my body,

You gon’ mess around and make me catch a body like that

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad