This is a song about "Rotten corpse"

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Its unfortunate i had to metamorphosis your corpse to ashes,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Haha well thats where you're wrong pal, this shit is rotten

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra