This is a song about "My stomach rumbling"

He knows that the world cant stomach him

But im a well of inspiration

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

To havin' good homes, never is my stomach growlin',

My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Know that it’s god working

Yo damn stomach churning

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

And you sick to your stomach

I said pay me it’s nothing

Weak stomach, i need something