This is a song about "Barry tummy"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Tell me my rhymes are getting phat and i might want a tummy tuck

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

These fruity ass rappers sit quite well in my tummy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

With no food in your tummy and nobody to lend you a loan

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Rappers here's your #vanishing #point like barry newman,

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one