This is a song about "Hate flesh"

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Your feeble attempts makes me want to stab your flesh

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

I rip hearts from chest with out ruining the flesh,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Bitch i'll touch the flesh in your spleen.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Like a puzzle cuz i like to mess wit the flesh

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes