This is a song about "Insults poo"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I'm hauling, bawling daring and taring stunts whist calling insults,

But don’t give me any concussions, i just wanna poo

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

Cos i can't manage to absorb your slow ways of spewing insults in my face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

But don’t give me any concussions, i just wanna poo

Where they are afraid of all the insults

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Theyre so drunk they dont even realize your ass is smothered in poo

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see