This is a song about "Stomach pain"

And you sick to your stomach

They just don't give a fuck

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

Came on her stomach, pull out, never fronting

Are you coming?to the point that your running

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

He knows that the world cant stomach him

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win