This is a song about "Belt buckles"

This flow is automatic like i'm packing it in my belt.

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

He rigs the raid, guards knees buckles, for god sakes he's gonna beat em till his skull crunches

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

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

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/

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Got a new belt after making a mess in the ring

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

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