This is a song about "Lalo farting"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

It's apart of her goal

No more, we caked out

When she f***in' turns around

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Inspiration for every word

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Sorry for keep the off tone