This is a song about "Flesh"

Contracts made from flesh written in blood i'm speechless,

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Bitch i'll touch the flesh in your spleen.

And i put you on the team

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Will wrestle and cancel the rest of you embezzlers' flesh whole

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Actual live in the flesh, live on the set,

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked