This is a song about "Poodle farts"

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

But i've got the farts, well contained

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

But i've got the farts, well contained

But they sold jello in the paint

We have nothing in common, poodle

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

But i've got all the farts, well contained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

But i've got the farts, well contained

Look, just remember how that winning taste

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Dames in the poodle skirts try to impress me