This is a song about "Belly butoons"

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Hopin' that my niggas see

Rub on buddha's belly

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

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Belly full of paper bills

These chalance give me balance

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Where the black girls get their weaves back

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse