This is a song about "Farting on puppies"

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Cause i already moved on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Evidence shades man they go for six forty

Pay dues like a hair salon

Now im getting them on

My sim card's the bomb

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Your on fire.. your on fire

See, i like the person that you are

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

That's word to my mom

Man it goes on and on