This is a song about "Gut"

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Its the kind of feeling that makes your gut twist

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

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

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Never agree with that message

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

See no matter how badly he got kicked in the gut

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

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