This is a song about "Dog farts"

Look, just remember how that winning taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

C'mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got the farts, well contained

But i've got the farts, well contained

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

But now it's more declare

And i listen to thought

Where are you gonna go, dog