This is a song about "Splatter"

Splatter guts n' catchya after

That i will leave earth with her

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Watch it splatter pitter patter make that blood rain

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

The rest who splatter on the canvas, wished it '98 again,

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

And my visceral matter will splatter on the stratosphere

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear