This is a song about "Tummy touching"

I flow sweet like honey in your tummy im funny and hungry

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Champagne in my tummy i won't ashame my mommy

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Tell me my rhymes are getting phat and i might want a tummy tuck

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Made money off the white without touching the soft, i'm in there

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

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

Missing her beautiful lips touching mine, making her pur

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer