This is a song about "Belly"

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

They say "be soft", i say go for the belly flop

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

While i drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

It's the belly of the beast, when we knock nobody's home,

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I turned him on his belly, what i would do was heinous.

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

I turned him on his belly, what i would do was heinous.