This is a song about "Gore"

That fire flow the finest women i adore

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

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

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

Some old bitch that we did before

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess