This is a song about "Stomach"

To livin in a house with food my stomach

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

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And you sick to your stomach

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

No passion when im fucking ram in your stomach

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

You just got served, now your stomach hurts

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing