This is a song about "Stomach"

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

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

I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

That i can't stand or stomach it, i vomit in my seat

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

I'm going insane, ever since yesterday my stomach has been turning,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I need my respect, you can keep all the features

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

We about to set this bitch on fire

Our raps make me spit stomach bile