This is a song about "Belt buckle"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

'cause your mama used to beat you with a belt buckle.

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Life mapped out time to buckle in and count down from ten

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Leather belt fastened, like i'm travelling/

I was born to do the damn thing

Into a tussle until they buckle.

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Your belt, yea, try and seduce me/

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

With a 9 in the belt

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday