This is a song about "Drag her body"

Grab her body to my basement is where i'll carry it

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

She's comfortable with her body, y'all hate beyonce,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Throw her body off the top bunk

Secret society all we ask is trust

You're a drag queen with european genes

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

That moschino shit is so back

What a bummer, what a drag

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

The smoking && injuries made mom's lungs weak && her body hurt

And the only peace my body can sustain, the tears i cannot refrain, her face seated

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Her body and you know she loves you but shes a corny hoe now get ready to

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true