This is a song about "Belly floppin"

The jiggas and the tips

Belly full of paper bills

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Rub on buddha's belly

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

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

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

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

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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