This is a song about "Bushido alles wird gut"

Thumbs up, guns to the gut, pull your trig, shot like the notorious b.i.g,

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Its the kind of feeling that makes your gut twist

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I'm a punch to the gut, colon incapacitation

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Me in a frame busting a nut till i can feel my gut hurting and almost bursting.

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Gut them niggas open send their intestines to their mommies

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Creeping, with gut hanging out in park, you eat alone there when it's dark

You ain't gotta worry no more

Then i gut em to the core