This is a song about "Jaxen poop head"

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

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

Loving you is clouding my head

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

My voice make her wet

Before she fuck with ya head

And please never disrespect my set

The rhythm gets into your head.

One day a bed

How you feel in your head

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

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

Basically blood leaked from her head

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet