This is a song about "Remove"

Remove each individual organ they own

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Remove the gravity from your feet

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Only chicken heads chicken out

You have to make it count, remove all doubt

Come and test i'll remove what's inside that chest,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Yet never let a lot or a few remove what you believe to be beautiful

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

If you reply with hostility i will remove it expeditiously

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

And lets bet i kno where you at and i cant remove you

Remove the organs from their carcass and sell em on the markets.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks