This is a song about "142"

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut,

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

With a fistfull of poop,

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

They say that i never cease to amaze

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

I must go like fly route,

So i banged for a minute

So i ain't giving a fuck

I like to poop out of my butt,

The marathon of this game always changes in pace,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

600 benz, house six hundred grand

That we can't forget the past.

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door,