This is a song about "Energy in your body"

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

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

We call energy floating and fluctuating in flux poetry, whoa its me.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Either way i'm burying your body in a ditch.

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

She self made, i'm self made

They'll find your body deep in a lake

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I promise you pain, i will chop your body in threes

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

Throw your body in a ditch

This a roaster, bitch