This is a song about "Rip emmanuel quarles"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Up a flower rip it to shreds

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Then i'll rome with the gods, rip the acne from your face,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Get ready,grab a doll cause i'm gonna rip you all

They wouldn't be nothing

Rip this shit like cling film

Your lyrics im gna rip threw

Wanna spend it all on you

Rip apart their brains through lyrical dissection,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

You wna rip me then ill rip you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

I just wanna rip him into small pieces