This is a song about "Corpses"

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

I'm walking towards your corpses

My nigga, its all love

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

Flowing my body,and then my corpses,

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

Into fickle forces, we dine with hell and headless corpses.

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Corpses try to grab at her, but she bats them all away,

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

And corpses lay with storming rain on a morning day and i'm surely baked