This is a song about "Dropping bodies"

Unknowingly your dropping down into the depths/

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Burying battered bruised burnt burkaed bodies

Dropping bombs without the mortars faster than mexicans

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Who's saying there hasn't been bodies i racked?

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast