This is a song about "Talking about my body"

Overspread my whole body

We like to party

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Instead of talking about real issues and internal pain

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

For instance my bro's body was pierced with about seven pistol holes

Why are you talking about your gang

She said she's never had a man

Talking about fight club,

That shit was wack as fuck

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Ironically,im the world that youre talking about

And my only fear's a wedding ring

That was my adrenaline talking