This is a song about "Hate flesh"

Your feeble attempts makes me want to stab your flesh

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

So while you worry about the hoes

I rip hearts from chest with out ruining the flesh,

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

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

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

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

But now she's all flesh and bone

They at the same spot they making no progress

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