This is a song about "Stomach"

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings

Money ain't a thing

Weak stomach, i need something

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Tears pouring out they eyes, eyes wrecked, stomach aching/

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

My stomach feeling empty i could use a dish