This is a song about "Gut hanging out"

No car you can see me hanging out at the bus stop

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Low hanging fruit that was me

When you took my hand up so calm

No point in hanging on

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Gut them niggas open send their intestines to their mommies

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

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

But you’re hanging from that tether