Yeah, you read that right. You read that exactly right.
According to redditor lozzobear, "My brother moved away from town, and I was missing him. So I started texting him farts to let him know I love him. This would have been in the first dozen or so, but the second it came out I knew it was special." That might be an understatement. This is the kind of ephemeral musical inspiration that drove Mozart to insanity with brilliance and drove Salieri to insanity with jealousy. Except, you know, with his butt.