This is a song about "Flesh"

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh

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

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

They blowing up my phone

But now she's all flesh and bone

Charles manson in the flesh, i kill a nigga for the check

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

This burn mark on your jeans don't match the ones on your flesh

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I rip hearts from chest with out ruining the flesh,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone