This is a song about "Belly floppin"

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

The third one is mixed, white and black

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Belly full of paper bills

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone