This is a song about "Anerexic body"

But reality shows ain't real

My body she startin to feel

Mind out of my body

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

Like a fiend off the best rock

Outline your body with chalk

Your body with a spike

And you're approaching me right

Let me rideuntil i get free

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

Throw your body in a ditch

Now you speaking my language

Just look at my good body

What them tippers don't see