This is a song about "Smelling girlfriends farts"

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

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

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Look around: we the largest in the game

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

Luckily i crushed that "fag" reputation three girlfriends later,

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Girlfriends, i've had my fill,

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

And disrespect their women, beat their girlfriends,