This is a song about "Body of the perfect ass"

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Hand full of all the drugs your body can handle

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Light skinned hell of a body

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Who wipes the life of people swiping purses so i can swipe it perfect

Mind out of my body

I stay lonely and cocky

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Perfect mix of songs over the illest beats, both old school classic tracks

I don't need no single

Your body perfect official

Perfect ass that i'd love to direct, inject my erect dick into/

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through