This is a song about "Crappin"

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

But yo still held back in the pre-school, so your crappin nursery rhymes

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I've seen through the bullshit ya'll are crappin out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud