This is a song about "I like a tamale on my soup but ain t nothing worth the poop"

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

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

I like to poop out of my butt,

She was the queen of the club

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Because i thought my mom would love me more/ nothing but a

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Cuz your worth the view but im in a queue

With a fistfull of poop,

So i banged for a minute