This is a song about "Stomach"

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And this will be the song that we sing

Weak stomach, i need something

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

My stomach feeling empty i could use a dish

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Can't tell, my im so hungry my stomach hurt

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard