This is a song about "Hamburger poop"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

The way we blow that shit up, call it hamburger hill,

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

With a fistfull of poop,

I’m saving major loot

My rhymes leave your face like some hamburger meat,

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

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

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

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

We running that show all around the globe

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

I like to poop out of my butt,

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir