This is a song about "Alien space farts"

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But they sold jello in the paint

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.

And i feared that my fans say i failed

But i've got the farts, well contained

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

Overseas or outer space

And i just love your flashy ways

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got the farts, well contained

Look, just remember how that winning taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained