This is a song about "Dead bodies"

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

All my friends dead,and so much bodies left

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Bodies eroding while i'm dozing off overdosing

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

Right flows down and they might go nice

Top of my pile of bodies

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone