This is a song about "Miss her body"

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

Got that best body yah i love her figure,

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Her body felt smooth as he dug the knife in

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Once i was done, i dragged her body to the creek.

Throw her body off the top bunk

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I miss the way she walk and talk and i really miss her laughter/

Everyday i miss her, and one day i might consider,

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Damn i miss her , put no one above her but god she still first

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst