This is a song about "Farting"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

You broke my heart, i miss the smell of your farts,

Then it just pours

Like poop smeared on the walls

My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if i split with my girl

You're the north wind in my sails, now watch them unfurl

I apologized a trillion times

Feel it your hands, the wind between the pines

Toss it just let the wind blow

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

I make art while your shits rusty soundin worse than a dusty fart

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Up but if you ignore them they just go away like a wind.

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Leave 'em shaken flat out, broken, or breaking..