This is a song about "Tummy touching"

[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

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

Missing her beautiful lips touching mine, making her pur

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

I don't like you touching my things that's why i'm cursing and swearing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Music touching kids like sandusky is out on bail

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

Call me sandusky, my work touching

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving