This is a song about "Belly flop"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Rub on buddha's belly

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

And i'm never gonna flop

That cellphone that i bought

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

The right hop, till i start shining, i won't flop,

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

My garage full of cars that bounce

This home is lookin' like it's a flop house

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see