This is a song about "Gay poop"

I need money in a major way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

With a fistfull of poop,

So i banged for a minute

Take u to the toilet to poop?

Banging out niggas with attitude

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

Those faggots won the gay off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay looking boy