This is a song about "Spilling your guts"

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

I hear you spilling dumb shit, get your facts straighten

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Not on my level/shown guts

I hate your fucking guts.

Or closed casket for our troubles

I'll spill your guts and i'll murder you till your last breath,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

If you ain't about money

Blood guts is what i see

Contributing the real shit

I have got the guts and true grit