This is a song about "Poodle farts"

We have nothing in common, poodle

I'm on the block as usual

Our nation have to bow, africa

I poop so hard my face farts to the

But i've got the farts, well contained

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Dames in the poodle skirts try to impress me

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Look, just remember how that winning taste

But i've got the farts, well contained