This is a song about "Bolo s broccoli farts"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

But i've got the farts, well contained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep