This is a song about "Old men farts"

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

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

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Not fucking enough to be contenders. just sad old men at home watching

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Sylvester stallone and arnie are the main men,

How beautiful are thou, africa

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

I rather give you my last to see you live again