This is a song about "Dog farts"

But i've got the farts, well contained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

These dog bitches hungry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Where are you gonna go, dog

Okay man you do the drop

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

And control this shit yourself dog.

You be in they call log

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top