This is a song about "Corpses"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I'm walking towards your corpses

Flowing my body,and then my corpses,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

That's why a little more bring a whole lot of toasters

In my underground kingdom filled wit darkness n corpses

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick