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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes

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

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

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

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

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

I'd rather eat human flesh and a brain,

Just eat your icecream today

I make forty-some dollars a day

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

I can pack a strap and i can strip you of your flesh