This is a song about "Catching bodies"

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Potent phlegm gold tutted, bodies go loose

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

No bodies perfect everyday i feel worthless

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!

A defense mechanism, what i thought that i lacked

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

No one notice your struggle

Catching me is impossible