This is a song about "The way she moves her body"

The smoking && injuries made mom's lungs weak && her body hurt

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

She leave her hair in the sink

And you could find interest

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

Either way we body for money

Not hungry for my poetry

Her body felt smooth as he dug the knife in

Riding around without a fuck given

She loves the way i fuck her, imma sucker

Of impactful things one can ask for

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

And the only peace my body can sustain, the tears i cannot refrain, her face seated

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

The body she bestrode on the ride tracks he overrode