This is a song about "Reduce reuse rot return repair refill reuse"

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Refill the stomach of a biter, with the venom of a viper

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

I see bodies laying on the ground and all they do is rot and rot

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Return to the source for the ultimate revel

Were battles in that section when i was still supposed to rot,

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Pain n drugs leavin our brains to rot

Bricks, cement and mortar couldn't repair the damage i caused her,

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

My conduct needs repair

I'm love stoned and i could swear

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Damn... i guess i'm waiting for my whole body to rot,