This is a song about "Bodys are hauled off"

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Writing off scraps of the paper, know i might not make raps that are major

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Otherwise you'll be coming off

Yo man are you pissed off? by my lines,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Young but got talent other rappers are washed up off balance

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

Get off, for i pop off

And i can't help but stare, cause