This is a song about "Lavender scented body wash stranded alone with dingos"

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

With parts of their body through the mail

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

You will see a body wash up on shore

Un-hairy musk lavender oil coated

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

I call em up, they might fall through

Shittin' on everybody, body niggas with adjectives

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

I'm trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through frieza's body

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley