This is a song about "Ancient gore"

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

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

Me and satan vacatin to ancient alien places

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Watch the gore spread more and more, till the blood runs red down ya left leg

I got soul, there's more in store

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

Book of poetics, like ancient relics when i rhyme

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Sending out an ancient message that my mission's only just begun

Constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative

An ancient myth... born upon a shaky cliff