This is a song about "Rip your boots"

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

And there's little to be glad for

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

I'll rip your and your bars from limb to limb

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

They will diss your dissonance and rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

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

Rip your heart out then i hops in

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

I looked through you just to rip your cold blooded heart out

And rip out your vocal cords,

We come through throbbing like thunder storms