This is a song about "Old men farts"

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

But i've got all the farts, well contained

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

They'll never become better men

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then