This is a song about "Bodys are hauled off"

Get off, for i pop off

Speed up, patience, please cause

Get the fuck off my case, why are you wannabe rappers in my face

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I went slow, and said go low go low, so i did and than are bodys went in a perfect flow,

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

//said when the lights shine off

Please hold your applause

Otherwise you'll be coming off

Intendent attend them, cool cause