This is a song about "Guts"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Ya girl feeling great now cause he play in her guts

I just want a platform for my guts so i spill

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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

I can see all your guts

Shout out my nigga miles

Part of me hates your guts but the other part is in love with you.

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue