This is a song about "Poping a fart"

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

I make art while your shits rusty soundin worse than a dusty fart

A store that dosen't get a

You made me wanna

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

With a ba and a masters

Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Thought this was forever love

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

Its a challenge breaking a habit

Or let the mob handle that