This is a song about "Dog farts"

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Fuck a tape, fuck your broad

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Okay man you do the drop

Where are you gonna go, dog