This is a song about "Stomach growling"

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Fill my lungs portray for the moment embracing until my stomach turns

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Our raps make me spit stomach bile

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

No passion when im fucking ram in your stomach

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

The world we have created makes me sick to my stomach

Like mgk i have a weak stomach/

I know you're mad, but so what