This is a song about "Gloryboys savages catchin bodies drugs"

Burying battered bruised burnt burkaed bodies

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

I'm walking with a w, while you're still catchin l's

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Top of my pile of bodies

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Without the sound of guns

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Catchin’ attention of these politicians and government activists,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks