This is a song about "Bushido alles wird gut"

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Reached all the way back to your fucking gut, goggle "i've been touched

I prefer your applause without a handout

Take a tusk to the gut "help this niggas bleeding out!"

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

I will uppercut, any nigga's gut, if they had one

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

Its the kind of feeling that makes your gut twist

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Mic slip (whoop) put one in you're gut for pain

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Trust my gut with no time to second guess

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

Our history that they stole, africa

I'll throw on uppercut nigga, at your gut nigga,