This is a song about "Her body"

Picks it up to call back to tell him that she loves him with her body

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Me anymore/ over her dead body will i ever get to live with my

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

Body in his arms he holds her up says baby don’t go i love you baby

So fast, can't copy

Light skinned hell of a body

Mind out of my body

This is the ferrari

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Her body felt smooth as he dug the knife in

She's comfortable with her body, y'all hate beyonce,

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind