This is a song about "Belly button lint"

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Belly full of paper bills

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

I taste lint in my mouth, then the lights in the place... went!

Rub on buddha's belly

I'd done stacked many

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

I'm repeatedly pushing the button, but nope, nothing. lets try another red button.

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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