This is a song about "Butterflies in my stomach"

To havin' good homes, never is my stomach growlin',

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Yo damn stomach churning

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

The world we have created makes me sick to my stomach

I swear i got so nervous my stomach was bloated

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

It makes me sick to the stomach, if they dont want it they throw the shit in the bucket

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Can't tell, my im so hungry my stomach hurt

Tied our stomach in knots, nothing could stop us now,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow