This is a song about "Bolo s broccoli farts"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got all the farts, well contained

My mommy my mommy wont let me have cake until i eat my broccoli..

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Im full of generosity, healthy from eating my broccoli,