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

Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

No passion when im fucking ram in your stomach

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

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

And im sure, that flew over your head/

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Pick em' up and knock em' down

Make your mark all over the town

Its all over your face

Caught in a maze

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

You just got served, now your stomach hurts

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car