This is a song about "Corpses"

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

I'm walking towards your corpses

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Flowing my body,and then my corpses,

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses

In my underground kingdom filled wit darkness n corpses

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/