This is a song about "Ive got no poop"

Got his back no matter what

So i ain't giving a fuck

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

And you see me stare ,ive got that stone cold face

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And who's to blame?me. ive got more skill purely in my pinky finger,

That im holy ive been "christened" but its insufficient, im in no condition

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Ive got to much anger

Ay yo you wonder who i are

They got no sense and no brain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Ive got a mysterious mind its undefined

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind