This is a song about "Guts"

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

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

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

I hate your fucking guts.

I have got the guts and true grit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

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

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

Amen, they say you only live once

I cant i wont i dont have the guts

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

I just want a platform for my guts so i spill