This is a song about "Guts"

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

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

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

I cant i wont i dont have the guts

I hate your fucking guts.

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

They don't have the guts to spit the rhymes,tearing my shirts has got their lines,

I'm writing with the pen i pried it from satan's guts

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Just for fun; i'm number one, these other niggas' bubble guts

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves