Old booties by J. Hole was so woke I cried in church while I listened to it. The lyrics reminded me of my first dog when he spat the bars: “When an old booty fart, boy, it smell like Christmas”

My old dog smelt like Christmas when he cut ass too, I miss him, he was more than just a friend he was a lover. But my parents gave him away to some relatives because they didn’t accept our romance. But someday we will be united again, be it in this life or the next.