This is a song about "Gut hanging out"

On they car note to go to the club

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

And my nuts stay hanging

I was born to do the damn thing

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

To liberate yourselves, africa

Don't you fall from grace

Hanging all over the place.

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

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

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat