This is a song about "The body"

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Never tame to any part of the body/

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

You body on the ground engraved, plaque

Ya body hangs, from the crane you dang.

Liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang

Fill up the body full of crosses

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Ya body hangs, from the crane you dang.

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

Never tame to any part of the body/

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round