This is a song about "Eating poop per boogers and puke"

That's why i rhyme like a poet from a prior century

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I must go like fly route

With a fistfull of poop,

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

Endlessly eating and feeding and beating your meat with mesquite seasoning

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

And it'll keep eating till it takes an emotional toll

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

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