This is a song about "Farting on puppies"

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Feel your chest on top on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Cause i already moved on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

New message from mom

Feel your chest on top on

And she gon let it loose, hey

Shifting on and on through the grey.

When you took my hand up so calm

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

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

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