This is a song about "Belly butoons"

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Straight from the belly of the beast/ its the menace to society

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

When her meats in my belly

But make sure if they do see

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

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Got so many bars im fat like homers belly