This is a song about "Belly butoons"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

Belly full of paper bills

Lil prps like 3 digits

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Rub on buddha's belly

I reel them in, goadomes on see

When her meats in my belly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

And last but not least please don't tell no one

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

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places