This is a song about "Full of crap"

Belly full of paper bills

Been spending most our lives

A book full of blank pages

I can teach you all the sounds of love

She can make a pimp fall in love

Boot full of the ounces

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Everything is just full of shit.

Because there ain't no coming back from that

32 lines of bitching is what you give me. crap,

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Full of this unbridled passion

Lookin’ for some action