This is a song about "Andy gore"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

From an innocent little child, i grew up to love gore

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

That fire flow the finest women i adore

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess