This is a song about "Bodybag man leave them in the cemetry"

Leave the mortally horribly in stitches

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Leave in the am, on the road again

Riding around with ms. reece and them

No, it was to leave them in the hospital actually

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Leave in the am, on the road again

Leave the critics struck in awe

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

And i leave them in the kitchen

Man i grew up in the gutter, so fuck them others,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse