This is a song about "Farting on old guys"

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Probably caught on when a 6 years-old stabs someone in the dick

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

"this shit is scary guys,

Rollin' down the four o five

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

We're leaving the old mess and moving on to the next

While everybody got ammunition on deck

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

I been i feeling like, i'm back up on my old shit crazy

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

She don't really care about anyone advice