This is a song about "Alien space farts"

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

An alien on my own rock, who woulda thought

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

So alien ima be, cause i ain't controlled by salary

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Dabbled in alien atmospheric, burying you in this searin lyric

But i've got all the farts, well contained

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste