This is a song about "Belly button"

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

She never ready to go so she forever come

Orgy butt rubbing, it's not necessary... but it's something, my favorite button

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

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

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

To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Belly full of paper bills

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

Constantly mashing the 'generate verse' button to try and find something right

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne