This is a song about "Feces"

Crappy shity feces

Cause after all the lights and screams

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

A mind made of feces,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I violently cause offense, shoving feces above they chin

In debrief of feces man we need these

Got tired of running from the police

You're a pile of ash and ember covered in feces of bitches

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business