This is a song about "Splatter"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

No brain batter, just blood splatter

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Splatter guts n' catchya after

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Choking on them white boys make a black panther

Cerebral blood splatter and brain matter

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

Leap above the street and splatter on the concrete,

And later like humpy dumpy his face went splatter

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I'm a splatter of bad problems,