This is a song about "Don t love the body"

Heh, if the autotune's gone

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Since i was killed by the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Got that best body yah i love her figure,

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

Never tame to any part of the body/

Bullets are drawn across 'n' cause don to drop in the misfire

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

I saw your body laying in the grass, i still love you, yes i do

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you