This is a song about "Oh brad pitt farts"

But i've got the farts, well contained

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Where they find me, 16 on death row

I look in your eyes, oh,

Im fort knox fortified oh lord oh my

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

But i've got the farts, well contained

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Could stand up like a man oh

Ran outside to see the big show

But they sold jello in the paint

But i've got all the farts, well contained