This is a song about "Old men farts"

How beautiful are thou, africa

I poop so hard my face farts to the

I need to free them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

They'll never become better men

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But they sold jello in the paint

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

Magic city tipping them

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

Better yet they work my every nerve