This is a song about "Catching bodies"

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

If i got life left i'm not catching my breath

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

Bodies remain on roadside, broadside!

And even more alarming is the fact

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

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Back in the motherfuckin bay

So demon bodies can decay

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

I'm catching sickness everyday, people i know rarely stay.