This is a song about "Drop some bodies"

I don't wanna know bodies standing straight drop em like dominoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Whack is some kinda disease and i'm the cure because i drop

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Paid for all my tickets, cops begin to drop some charge

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic

So if it's all the same i'll drop some game instead and then get back to dreams

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

No bodies perfect everyday i feel worthless

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love