This is a song about "Rotten corpse"

Prime your rotting corpse with lime

Huh, got to get better with time

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Your shot is rotten, now we rised up, ain't stopped the plottin',

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

You, you, you have to pay for that