This is a song about "A body like this"

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

Her face like she just got maze, she screaming at a lifeless body wake

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

I walk around lookin like a body with no head

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Sacrificing your body like a goat, cuz your nothin,

Only concern was the home that was close to him

Imma body this track like nobody before nigga

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

A fucking dead body, this one wasn't there for fun

New school, old school outside

Your body with a spike