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

Like being garbage some type of disease

Background leave me in the dark leave

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Leave the mortally horribly in stitches

Man our raps'll leave you in a casket yo, you'll be six feet deep body bagged below

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I the immortal, leave you in burning coral

I'm a son of a gun

And i leave them in the kitchen

How ironic, leave them in poverty, don't believe? that's true,

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood