This is a song about "Flesh"

Fuck them niggas though, i'm a rebel in the living flesh

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Corroded 'n' eroded flesh

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Craving and then slitting throats temptations of flesh,

Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening

Mines is family over everything

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Soon as i come home

But now she's all flesh and bone