This is a song about "Death bodies"

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Top of my pile of bodies

Steal your love with ease

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

No bodies perfect everyday i feel worthless

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Who's saying there hasn't been bodies i racked?

I wonder where i put those bodies

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Raped their dead bodies and i fucking video taped it!

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket