This is a song about "Rip emmanuel quarles"

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

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

Your lyrics im gna rip threw

Is because of you

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

I'll rip it up inside yo pad mayne

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Respectfully rip my conscience rest in peace,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

So i can rip out your voice box,

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

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