This is a song about "Clive palmer"

Is a space that now you hold

And its your body i roast

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Never tame to any part of the body/

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Outline your body with chalk

Then i come back to my mom's body

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Light skinned hell of a body

I stay lonely and cocky

Your words engraved on my body

My body she startin to feel

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

Throw your body in a ditch

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch