This is a song about "Farting on limes"

They pick on him and step on him

Oh, you look like my next victim

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Bro enough farting, i'll teach ya how to swing rap and sing

Feel your chest on top on

My sim card's the bomb

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

And there's little to be glad for

Your on fire.. your on fire

I like rollin' with friends

Relying on myself

I could go on and on and on for hours,

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

I know i'm right, n my shine makes blind, no lemon or limes,