This is a song about "Her body on fleek"

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

Your body on my body baby stickin like some glue

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

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

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

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Don't wear nice things on my body, it doesn't work too well

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Grab her body to my basement is where i'll carry it

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

You cant stand up im on top of ya body