This is a song about "Flaming bag of poop"

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Try to spit flaming verses hotter than the ones i quickly jot,

She was the queen of the club

I like to poop out of my butt,

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

Yo, heres a paper bag,

She got something i never had

But they added fuel to the fire waiting for the flaming/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

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