This is a song about "The bodies response to acute exercise"

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Like a choir, praying to go but there's no response but chakras get cleared

Ask your neighbor down the street and i guarantee the same response

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

To you it seems obtuse, but to me it is acute

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks