This is a song about "Insults poo"

Raised by a momma who, who

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!

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

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

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

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

Let me drug you up and put different things in 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

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

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes