This is a song about "Farting on people"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

People seem to judge me on the daily

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

That attacked people on the basis of they facial traits,

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

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

People followed but still looked down on age,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

And say i’m putting the blame off on other people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Hold on people one at a time