This is a song about "Peeling"

Still feeling cocky like your peeling me away slowly as if i was unholy,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

My feelings are peeling and i'm kneeling so i don't begin unfeeling.

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams