This is a song about "Splatter after"

And fatter till he pops and goes splatter, staggers through the streets with a hammer,

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Because after it's tapered

And there's little to be glad for

Wrap that blunt under after

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

My nigga, its all love

And my visceral matter will splatter on the stratosphere

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Or know what its about

Gets home after a night out

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

And i ain't frontin for her

Splatter guts n' catchya after