This is a song about "Gross gore"

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

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

Oh gross! she just had her period

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

No it's not, it's gross (gets the people going)”

And this will be the song that we sing

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

I slice em, spilling out the blood and gore

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush