This is a song about "Gut hanging out"

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

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

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

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

They claim it as their own, africa

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

But you’re hanging from that tether

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

And my nuts stay hanging

I'm the sushi king