This is a song about "Belly buttons"

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

In the #belly of the #beast, #teeth #biting through the #meat

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

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

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

Now don’t it sound legendary

Rub on buddha's belly