This is a song about "Gay poop"

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

I must go like fly route

Take u to the toilet to poop?

Is written in our souls, africa

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

One day i took you into the front yard to pee and poop

So i banged for a minute

With a fistfull of poop,

Those faggots won the gay off

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Think i need another play

Because what you spit is gay,

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop