This is a song about "Cat farts"

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

But i've got the farts, well contained

But i've got all the farts, well contained

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

I promise i'mma call you back

Mommy and daddy were like a dog and a cat

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got all the farts, well contained

To liberate yourselves, africa

I poop so hard my face farts to the

And embarass you. put ya offense in wild cat,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

When they ask my answers always it was the cat