This is a song about "They is a hungry demon in my tummy and it dont love me"

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Gotta love it good and bad, in my element this is my habitat,

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Pleased dont forget me and dont fall in love,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

With no food in your tummy and nobody to lend you a loan

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Hungry for a win and i'm unfed, let me shed, this burden

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.