This is a song about "Belly butoons"

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Then change my fucking mind whenever i go belly up

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla