This is a song about "Bolo s broccoli farts"

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

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

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

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

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

Trying to get healthy so i bought myself broccoli

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree