This is a song about "Feces"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

A mind made of feces,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

I violently cause offense, shoving feces above they chin

In debrief of feces man we need these

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

But in the meantime it's lights please

Crappy shity feces