This is a song about "Catching bodies"

No bodies perfect everyday i feel worthless

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Catching me is impossible

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Catching the shit from all these fucking clowns

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

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Potent phlegm gold tutted, bodies go loose