This is a song about "Rotten corpse"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

So i went down south but i ended up north

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

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

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Corpse straight to hell where the devils wants ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada