This is a song about "Through the flesh"

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

Living dead sees ya, comin for your flesh he's the

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Throw their wedding rings in the lump of flesh, and tell him he has-

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Will wrestle and cancel the rest of you embezzlers' flesh whole

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Charles manson in the flesh, i kill a nigga for the check