This is a song about "Belly flop"

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Rub on buddha's belly

I’m tryna be low key

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

I know the world been waiting for that

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Then change my fucking mind whenever i go belly up

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Freakin' out all i see is clouds