This is a song about "Slippery skin"

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Altering their skin till they heart stop beating

And how it feels to feel that feeling

The pale skin and scrapped knees

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Naked skin swimming, my chin forbidding

And this will be the song that we sing

Highest form of affection, physical connection

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

I will challenge any rapper and peel their skin

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

My flow is razor ship like a needle that pierces ya skin,

Let this slippery medication cover the entire civilization like car fabrication,

Motherfuckers-didn't-think-i was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass niggasthreaten your life, ain't like you love him