This is a song about "Lalo farting"

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

I'm a pacifist looking to pass a fist and fuck with

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

Early adapters agree they all late

Never the one to pass a fist

To be honest, im modest

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

I make a way for my people to see the light

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

But whatever, now that's gone but the wind ain't there,

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

I’m superman with the wind at his back,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Blowing away with the wind, what does it end, this chase,