This is a song about "Catching bodies"

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Bodies remain on roadside, broadside!

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

I'm in some high definition, and my drift is catching

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

While scheming on hits

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

Some say skillz is the reason why these nigas catching feelings.

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Who's saying there hasn't been bodies i racked?

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic

Top of my pile of bodies

As much as i wanna leave