This is a song about "Gut"

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

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

I stab you in the gut and than fuck your slut

Me in a frame busting a nut till i can feel my gut hurting and almost bursting.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

See no matter how badly he got kicked in the gut

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut