This is a song about "Fart powder"

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

I make art while your shits rusty soundin worse than a dusty fart

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Jungle fever for the night

I got that powder, i got that white

Threw in some talcum powder, cause sweats too gross

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

While shitting or fart, hard enough to

Watching for the cops that's moving through