This is a song about "Corpses on the dancefloor"

That's word to my mom

"hurry up, the cams on,

' alright, already, the show goes on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Than the birds on the wire

She should have invited her

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Take me away away

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

The dopest on the planet

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders

Screw up the cup, i'm on

My sim card's the bomb