This is a song about "Belly button lint"

Belly full of paper bills

She likes the way it hits her lips

Straight from the belly of the beast/ its the menace to society

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Got so many bars im fat like homers belly

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

Getting these bitches from one push of a button

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Trying clicking that button again and clicking one of these words.

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

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

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis