This is a song about "Bean and cheese burritos and farts"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got the farts, well contained

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I can call that bitch to make me a cheese and salami

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But they sold jello in the paint

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

You claim to like girls but mr "skitzer" never ever flicks a bean

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese