This is a song about "Body the beat"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Never tame to any part of the body/

With parts of their body through the mail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

I'm man handling the beat

Me and my peeps often meet

Because we've talked before the beat

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Dumps off the body, in a random alleyway

She can only live for the moment

Toss the body in my trunk

Kiss my body from the tip top

I know you just doing your job