This is a song about "Dead body"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

In your body sections so fast you'll be dead in milliseconds

I just want somebody i can see

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

So fast, can't copy

Just look at my good body

Im throwin' shots to yo body

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

My god come before this bread

Back from the motherfucking dead

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Overspread my whole body

Me anymore/ over her dead body will i ever get to live with my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry