This is a song about "Belly floppin"

But make sure if they do see

When her meats in my belly

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Them dudes fronting like grills

Belly full of paper bills