This is a song about "Doing a poo"

So i ain’t doing shit, i’m just slowly flipping a page,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

But check out how i roll mine

Doing nothing now that’s a crime

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill

Second battle, only been doing this a year/

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Folarin, the muse of the hater

I'm doing them a favor.

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Just kidding it wasnt poo