This is a song about "Anoul n"

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

They'l diss your dissonance n' rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick

So we can live again

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Later, n peace, even tho,

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

N i'm not fucken sorry