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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

She stands stagnant, adamant, the man opposite her stole her rent

Then leave her dead body in the woods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Throw her body off the top bunk

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Her body and you know she loves you but shes a corny hoe now get ready to

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Cause dont send her my way if she aint a cougar

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

On the freeway to africa 'til i wreck my audi

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Her face like she just got maze, she screaming at a lifeless body wake

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,