This is a song about "Smelling diarrhea"

Them hoes be smelling that dick from so far away, they be running

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Oh, mama got a visa

Talk shit, diarrhea

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

Of an elderly man with diarrhea with no bog roll - when his back is out

Timeless is word used by me, to describe the supernova of my rap diarrhea.

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