This is a song about "Chandler brooks"

On an empty stomach

I don't really give a fuck

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

He knows that the world cant stomach him

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

And if get back up, you will be put right down,

But i apologize for not walking you around

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck