This is a song about "Belly gone"

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Don't gotta wait long

Days of kings, they been gone

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Some fun before i'm gone/

I get slight work like big sean

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Ma's gone, pop's gone, wiggy dipped...

Keep shrinking y'all till your gone!

Tats out and my hair long