This is a song about "Butterflies in my stomach"

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

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

But you make my stomach do flips and i love your wit

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm going insane, ever since yesterday my stomach has been turning,

I'm writing, otherwise i'd be somewhere higher than butterflies

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Now i need something in my stomach cause i haven't ate

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I swear i got so nervous my stomach was bloated

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

His stomach dropped, as his chest started cavin' in