This is a song about "Rot"

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

And we brainwashed 'till our brains rot and can't stop, and you ain't even know it,

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Try to stay fresh rather than something that i let rot,

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

I think that they're all rot

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

I'm coming in here for a goal to rot this

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

Could give a shit bout burials till its your turn to rot

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot