This is a song about "Monkey farts"

And i feared that my fans say i failed

But i've got the farts, well contained

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

They giving pounds and that before get the money

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got all the farts, well contained

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

To have a dog like me, on your back like that monkey,

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced