This is a song about "Belt buckles"

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect

So many ovadosed,slit wrists and hangin with they belt

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

"you was the one that had me for a while, made me admit you're beautiful."

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

And that yous a black belt in karate

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

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

Knocked a blue belt pastor at mass tried to get me to sing

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

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

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

I practiced till that shit made perfect

One last shot, this time below the belt