This is a song about "Gut"

Then i gut em to the core

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Its the kind of feeling that makes your gut twist

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

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

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

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

I stick in yo mom's gut, next nigga likes what the fuck!

Now you speaking my language

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

A legend have to bow, africa

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Truth's in the gut, we get looks of disgust cause we're stuck in the snow