This is a song about "Yummy babies in my tummy"

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

They cluck away at my yummy yummy pork,

I fuck ladies they all want my babies so they pay me

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Tummy hungry for the dull green

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Champagne in my tummy i won't ashame my mommy

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Then maybe have a couple babies live in a little house by the beach and

These lil niggas is babies, why you think made them my son for?

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore