This is a song about "Bog bodies"

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Cause i’m a profit; i can see bodies flying every where

4-3... yea, remember that please

Top of my pile of bodies

But now i'm on top of bodies, so who is the fool?

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

I feel that my rhymes spill and they mind bog-gle

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/

Observe: cock and spray

So demon bodies can decay

Of an elderly man with diarrhea with no bog roll - when his back is out

Shoot me with a gun but you're too fucking fun, giving u a cute pout