This is a song about "Belt"

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

I straight melt domes every time i belt poems

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

I got the muscle to swing a knuckle, feeling like you've been wiped with a belt buckle/

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Dollar sign belt buckle, im your uncle who will never stumble

But i'll beat the shit outta you with my rap belt

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

Except that i got one along with the shotgun rounds around my belt

Bout time i got my respect

With a 9 in the belt

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

So many ovadosed,slit wrists and hangin with they belt