This is a song about "Body dysmorphia"

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

In numbers as her body decomposed.

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Is not far from white girls with big bread

I put my body to bed

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Never tame to any part of the body/

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Body after body i watch them drop

I do the right thing

And my body starts numbing

Then i come back to my mom's body

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Mind out of my body

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free