This is a song about "Cartman niggas poop"

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

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

I like to poop out of my butt,

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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