This is a song about "Sharks and farts"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Your swimming in a pool of sharks you ain't ever gonna survive.

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Social conditioning and

Put the purp in the blunt

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Leaving you on the shore primetime if you sharks dare to bite

That we ain't never had

And like to boast and brag

They claim it as their own, africa

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,