This is a song about "Ill fuck your dead corpse"

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Its unfortunate i had to metamorphosis your corpse to ashes,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Serve me 'cuz hip-hop degrades you, bitch i'll strip your corpse,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Its alright we can sell your corpse at auction and you life will just be forgotten

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

I tears apart your dead corpse, then id burn the body with a torch,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

And leave no remains fuck it ill even eat your brains