This is a song about "Having to pee"

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

I go to just take one and i end up like having eight

She loved seeing me having a hard time trying to breathe.

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

These days we be having to pick who is and who isn't on them too.

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I don't think it's right when the dogs come to pee

Put him to sleep, where he'd just keep, having nightmares bout these streets

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

All the bullshit ive been having to deal with ive had it

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet