This is a song about "I just poop"

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

I ain't fighting, i'm just rhyming, ain't dying, just writing,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I just keep feedin, em i must admit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Im a screw up i just screw just so that im screwing

And i can write a hook fast

I wish you'd just understand.

Another love song about shit

I just wanna make music,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Who knows just what i need, she knows just what i mean