This is a song about "Change in the body"

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

Then leave her dead body in the woods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

In the relationship,but your body perfect , you really worth it

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Change the pace in which we moving give them something

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Than your body decays and soul goes up in the sky

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

A change in the recipe a new preamble

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will