This is a song about "Murder blood gore"

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

Ya'll wife and white knight her

With intent to commit murder

So i ain't giving a fuck

Full up to fuck with blood,

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

They will always try whether its murder

You know...you know who you are

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

If it means sickness, chainsaws, torture blood and gore bring more,

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Watch the gore spread more and more, till the blood runs red down ya left leg

And murder leaves no retribution

They don't see my vision, grown man mission