This is a song about "Death bodies"

Top of my pile of bodies

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

As: other plans got in the way

So demon bodies can decay

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Burying battered bruised burnt burkaed bodies

White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like

Bodies remain on roadside, broadside!

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

Grow older, closer to death.

I just play my part make moves like chess

I wonder where i put those bodies

That'll do anything that i please

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense