This is a song about "Poopy farts"

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Is written in our souls, africa

But i've got all the farts, well contained

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But they sold jello in the paint

But i've got the farts, well contained

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got the farts, well contained