This is a song about "Farting on puppies"

I like rollin' with friends

Relying on myself

You cant grab on whats on the news

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

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

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

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Cause i already moved on

When you took my hand up so calm

Nobody to lean on

That's word to my mom

' alright, already, the show goes on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb