This is a song about "Flesh"

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Your feeble attempts makes me want to stab your flesh

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Eat human flesh rare as steak

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

I'm a 1,000 lbs kettle bell compressed- bomb in the flesh

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

Your ignorant feeble attempts at rap leave me stabbing at your flesh

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death