This is a song about "Old men farts"

But i've got the farts, well contained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

But i've got the farts, well contained

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

These wack bitches getting old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

We're just corrupted youth acting like alcoholic mad men/

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

I poop so hard my face farts to the

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Nastiest over-limit went men

Then i wait for them days to turn good again