This is a song about "Guts"

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

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Guts wrenching torturous like a stick up a uterus.

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Blood guts is what i see

C’mon and let’s chill baby

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Ya girl feeling great now cause he play in her guts

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

Not on my level/shown guts

I call it speaking tongues