This is a song about "Love farts"

But i've got all the farts, well contained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Or know them testament verses

I was feeling like "it's love"

It's just textbook stuff

I really tried to show love

And i can't help but notice

I want a girl to love

Pocket racked up all big faces

That's that computer love

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Baseball is my first love

Is you big enough