This is a song about "Fart fetish"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Should get the message you the type to satisfy my fetish

Writing rhymes is a fetish

Take her back to where i live

'cause she #lost #breath by how my creepy fart smelled...

That i can't win, so i'm invitin' some help

Tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

And real bitches don't respect you

While shitting or fart, hard enough to

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

This fetish with drinkin' nigga's blood in never enough

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Stop being afraid and get heart, i'm the shit you ain't even a wet fart