This is a song about "Fat belly"

When that money calls i holla back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I don't want it on my back

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

That!but i am ugly and fat,

Rub on buddha's belly

Hopin' that my niggas see

Belly full of paper bills

When you spill out hits

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow