This is a song about "Pussy farts"

In the house, holla back

You're a pussy not a cat

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I jumped straight in to that pussy,

I think you're a pussy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Look, just remember how that winning taste

But i've got the farts, well contained

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste