This is a song about "Wet farts"

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Believing the screens or anything there

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But they sold jello in the paint

But i've got the farts, well contained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Just all caught with no vent in the wet cement we pave

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Sewer hell, skewered well... flow wet, screw a well

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Dive in originality? it's best you wet your clone feet,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed