This is a song about "Stomach in chest out"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

When they had you in their stomach when they were pregnant

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Now i need something in my stomach cause i haven't ate

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Kickin' this up, got the rhymes in a treasure chest,

That i can only love you when you undressed

Took my heart out of my chest and ate it

The dead society of a poet

I feel a sharp pain in my chest,

Hold up yea we the best

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Feels like my hearts been ripped out of my chest and flushed down the

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep