This is a song about "Lalo farting"

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Stop being afraid and get heart, i'm the shit you ain't even a wet fart

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

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

Flow's lazy, maybe 'cause i'm blowing potent haze

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

I left that pussy whistling as if this game was hunger.

Ill spit first then shit turds and take the mic rip worse,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers