This is a song about "Lalo farting"

Put a fuckin’ hole in the flo’

Your last man was semi pro

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

She can literally feel it breaking apart

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Last night or how you got high well i didnt catch that flight makes me

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

Enemies try to flex,

Convertibles with turbo jets

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/