This is a song about "Flesh"

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Servin' master, soft flesh up in the sun, they think they're shinin',

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

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

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Eat human flesh rare as steak

Im washin off another plate

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I rip hearts from chest with out ruining the flesh,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

By flesh, i mean our basic instincts, the reality that we see,

Like a puzzle cuz i like to mess wit the flesh

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