This is a song about "I just poop"

Gin makes me sin

I mean i'm just askin

Got a sign on my dick

I just wanna make music,

I think found where your mind was

Lets just say i had problems

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

I just keep feedin, em i must admit

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Black fours red drop head doors

Like poop smeared on the walls

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

I wish you'd just understand.

Miami nights, made a couple grand