This is a song about "Dead bodies"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Back in california i've seen dead bodies end up in the dumpster

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Bodies remain on roadside, broadside!

Parallel on the other side

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

Dumping dead bodies on the school playground i don't give a shit

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!