This is a song about "Belly buttons"

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

And your buttons im get to push in,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

It’s time i start pressin the buttons on this lesson

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

While i drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop

Belly full of paper bills

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

But i must confess the buttons you pressed was a big mess,

When her meats in my belly

What them tippers don't see

Let me rideuntil i get free

Rub on buddha's belly