This is a song about "When you fart and a little bit comes out"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Get a little bit a this and bitches cannot catch me

An expression of obsession with life, just a little bit

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

Me and you just need to talk a bit

It's all good, finna dog that

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

And make the hey virginias transform and become a little bit more eldritch

Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Murdering you, never hurt a bit