This is a song about "Guts"

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I'll spill your guts and i'll murder you till your last breath,

I can see all your guts

Good kids make bad grown ups

But shes lucky i never had the guts to say the truth

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

The wrenching of my guts, the breaking of my heart and watching my

I have got the guts and true grit

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Blood guts is what i see

I be gettin' money