This is a song about "Stomach growling"

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

The world we have created makes me sick to my stomach

In my mom's stomach, came out like a deer

And this the endso good luck with your career

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

He knows that the world cant stomach him

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin