This is a song about "Rotten corpse"

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Before i start to rest, i'll eat on rotten pests

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Serve me 'cuz hip-hop degrades you, bitch i'll strip your corpse,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Prime your rotting corpse with lime

Save some, save none at the same time

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin