This is a song about "Belly butoons"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Then change my fucking mind whenever i go belly up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Hopin' that my niggas see

Rub on buddha's belly

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

When they here today what you say to them

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop