This is a song about "Huffing poo"

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Administer of the pain, just finished, huffing the paint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

School is just like taking a big poo

I was twelve when the gunned you

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

It's like who gave you the choice to treat some of us like poo

Get in the right state of mind rissa is like two kings aligned huffing lines

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

It's like who gave you the choice to treat some of us like poo

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you