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

Burying battered bruised burnt burkaed bodies

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Imma make it rain

Catchin up, in the game,

Never ever catchin cold feet because i walk on fire

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Hide bodies in a wood shed

My god come before this bread

Bodies remain on roadside, broadside!

I can smell it when i go outside

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

When i feel like im outta sight they quickin catchin up