This is a song about "Stomach pain"

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

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

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

And this the endso good luck with your career

To livin in a house with food my stomach

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

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

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes