This is a song about "Hippy tummy"

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Smoke reefer with ya,hippy teacher nigga, no evil nigga

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Champagne in my tummy i won't ashame my mommy

Man this life is but a dream

Tummy hungry for the dull green

[hehehe] so lets begin this tv-dinner, tummy rumbling binge, ring the bell

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I flow sweet like honey in your tummy im funny and hungry

These fruity ass rappers sit quite well in my tummy

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money