This is a song about "Belly"

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Got so many bars im fat like homers belly

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

Our history that they stole, africa

And it rules everything around them

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

Hopin' that my niggas see

Rub on buddha's belly

When her meats in my belly

Cus you're so sexy