This is a song about "Your stomach hangs over your belt"

Dollar sign belt buckle, im your uncle who will never stumble

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

You just got served, now your stomach hurts

Oldest nation on this earth

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

I woulda done anything for my own

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

, parkside productions takkng over your suburb!

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Your career will be over in two years

They want power and riches over your head

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

You over there, definition of your standard tool

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool