This is a song about "Belly button lint"

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

My tracks stuck on replay, your button got dust on it

Look it something they can't ever see

Got so many bars im fat like homers belly

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Of the tears at the push of a button

20 cents and a ball of lint

That means i wanna be the highest

Getting these bitches from one push of a button

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was