This is a song about "Coffee poop"

One day i took you into the front yard to pee and poop

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

With a fistfull of poop,

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

You saying you want coffee

I poop so hard my face farts to the

To liberate yourself, africa

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

I just wanna take you out for coffee tell you things are okay

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Y'all sippin' in champagne, while we're just drinkin' coffee

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

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole