This is a song about "Composting crap"

Yeah i say that that is totally crap.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

32 lines of bitching is what you give me. crap,

Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

I know the world been waiting for that

You ain't funny, you're full of crap

All these lines sound like fucking crap

There's crack, there's crack

Ill just go back and deal with crap

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black