This is a song about "Smelling girlfriends farts"

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

More money that mean less sleep

But i've got the farts, well contained

But they sold jello in the paint

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Body bag real shit i split my girlfriends brain after she said i was a pain,

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

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Beep boop bop im a robot girlfriends flowbot this aint co op single fuckin shooter

But i've got all the farts, well contained

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain