This is a song about "Major muscles of the body"

I major in bloodspillin, im totally committed to visions of killin chickens

And she ain't have to go and fuck on anybody for a dollar, making good decisions

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

As i'm dumping your body over the back of my yacht.

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Never tame to any part of the body/

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And my bank account look just like a phone card

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

Of a waiter but the way i'm dropping shit is major

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

With parts of their body through the mail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Fill up the body full of crosses

And i be talking about me, i do this