This is a song about "Rotten corpse"

3 times, show me your peace sign

Prime your rotting corpse with lime

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Because my lyrics are draggin' your lyrical corpse across the place

So i'm trying something fresh or maybe reviving a corpse

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

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