This is a song about "Farting on puppies"

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

My talent should take me places i've never been

Relying on myself

And if you pay for that yourself

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

' alright, already, the show goes on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Cause i already moved on

New message from mom

My sim card's the bomb

Cause you got it going on

Your on fire.. your on fire

And then along came the wrong man for her

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote