This is a song about "Ancient gore"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Ancient regimes believed in absolutism related to aryan supremacy

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

Attributes of aristotle from the era of alabaster archways and ancient aqueducts.

Movin my tapes in major weight cause every dollar countsbustas is jealous and half these niggas is punks

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

If it means sickness, chainsaws, torture blood and gore bring more,

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

So many gods of rap, think i'm in ancient greece

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Leaving your gore to pore, hoe u ain't winning so stop being ambitious