This is a song about "Drop some bodies"

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Potent phlegm gold tutted, bodies go loose

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

So demon bodies can decay

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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Cause there could never be peace

I wonder where i put those bodies

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Now let me drop in some more rhymes, do i have your permission?

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win