This is a song about "Lalo farting"

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Hawk,two fingers each hole in the spot i giver the spock,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Cerebral blood splatter and brain matter

And there's little to be glad for

Id laugh like "whats the matter"

But that's what he liked her

White black contrast doesn't matter

She should have invited her

Are you fast? it don't matter

Or something that you paid for

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school