This is a song about "Bodies missing"

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Who's saying there hasn't been bodies i racked?

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Credit card late fees

Top of my pile of bodies

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies

I wonder where i put those bodies

When people started missing alright

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Everyone's mind is missing

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

Burying battered bruised burnt burkaed bodies

I'm everything that they call nice