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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Hide bodies in a wood shed

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Hoes catchin semen they get mixed feelings like wet cement,

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Bodies remain on roadside, broadside!

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

I wonder where i put those bodies

But in the meantime it's lights please

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Catchin' up with hood niggas, ballin', rhymin' triple beam,

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen