This is a song about "Rend and tear"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Tear 'em up, each and every son, with any gun,

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Do i really even care? no! i'll tear up the black and white,

I can tear your heart out when your chest and my five fingers clash

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Where u will tear and cry and shout but no one will help u

Could say ive shed every tear

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I'll slip and tear a ligament and say it was deliberate

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'll tear my fucking hear out, rip it up, and then store it or,