This is a song about "Guts"

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

I cant i wont i dont have the guts

Splatter guts n' catchya after

See, i like the person that you are

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

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

Ya girl feeling great now cause he play in her guts

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

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

Guts wrenching torturous like a stick up a uterus.

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts