This is a song about "Smell my farts"

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Look, just remember how that winning taste

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I can smell it in the air

Right, now you say you don't care

They're trash talk, nothin else kid, your bars fuckin smell

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

And muthafuck the quota

I can smell the shit, fuck dakota

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Shows to do, got record to sell

Bitch i just wanna remember your smell