This is a song about "Tummy time"

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

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

Committing crimes, fucking dimes, doing time.

You reflect in this heart of mine

Champagne in my tummy i won't ashame my mommy

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Throw a rhyme every line,can't follow a theme, fuck a bitch,in her tummy. my dick

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Westside, bitch i run mine

And at the exact same time

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Tummy hungry for the dull green

[hehehe] so lets begin this tv-dinner, tummy rumbling binge, ring the bell

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell