This is a song about "Talking body"

Overspread my whole body

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Keep talking shit you'll be enslaved,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

And feel a shockwave through body,

And since you were talking filthy,

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

Too bad, that's the beer talking

2 in tha morning

Talking about big love

Pocket racked up all big faces

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Never tame to any part of the body/

Im throwin' shots to yo body

This is the ferrari