This is a song about "Body systems"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Body after body i just watch them drop

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

So instead of fucking up there systems more,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Schooling systems are luring victims there's no curing symptoms

With shitty education systems, why can we not make a dime?

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Shoot bullets right through ya body

They say nothings ever free

Then i come back to my mom's body

Body after body i watch them drop

We dig the plot and never bury pot