This is a song about "Big poop"

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Dont be afraid of big companies

Shots, they back and forth

Like poop smeared on the walls

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Big tits and a big ass

With a fistfull of poop,

And all you cute

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole