This is a song about "Explosive poo"

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

On explosive and corrosive antonyms of phony

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

School is just like taking a big poo

You reflect me, i love that about you

But don’t give me any concussions, i just wanna poo

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Niggas ask what's my motive, why i'm so explosive/

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,