This is a song about "The fart"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

It may be not the same for you

While shitting or fart, hard enough to

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Than the birds on the wire

I got more hoes than tiger