This is a song about "Catching bodies"

That'll do anything that i please

I wonder where i put those bodies

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

And it rules everything around them

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

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

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Burying battered bruised burnt burkaed bodies