This is a song about "Body bags and killing"

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

My divine itching and shrine killing

This is love, nothing else close

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

Lets appreciate all the beauty in this life

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Ran outside to see the big show

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Guess i’m different than most

And its your body i roast