This is a song about "Dog poo"

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Barking dog rose from the ashes

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

But i think they stink like poo

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

And i listen to thought

Where are you gonna go, dog

That cellphone that i bought

No match to my flow, dog

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

It's like who gave you the choice to treat some of us like poo