This is a song about "Big belly"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Then change my fucking mind whenever i go belly up

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

I turned him on his belly, what i would do was heinous.

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I turned him on his belly, what i would do was heinous.

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status