This is a song about "Ill eat your flesh raw"

Your feeble attempts makes me want to stab your flesh

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,

But you like that hugh?go raw dawg on your pussycat

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I'd rather eat human flesh and a brain,

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone