This is a song about "Hippy tummy"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

Tell me my rhymes are getting phat and i might want a tummy tuck

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Influenced by black hippy but i rep the east you fuck boys need to chill more

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Tummy hungry for the dull green

Starin at the wall, heard a scream