This is a song about "Guts"

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

I'll go horrorcore on you and rip your guts out

Shout out my nigga miles

Not on my level/shown guts

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Ya girl feeling great now cause he play in her guts

I just want a platform for my guts so i spill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I cant i wont i dont have the guts

Or closed casket for our troubles

I hate that you all sit and stare but none have the guts to get up and stand

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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