This is a song about "Buttfart"

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive