This is a song about "Wet farts"

Hoes catchin semen they get mixed feelings like wet cement,

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Beautiful are thou, africa

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Lifes a bitch, that why i always keep its pussy wet.

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

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

My flow'll strike like thunder and rain, that's why it stays wet

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

But i've got all the farts, well contained