This is a song about "Joels poop"

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Is written in our souls, africa

And all you cute

With a fistfull of poop,

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Like poop smeared on the walls

We're young and we don't give a fuck

I like to poop out of my butt,

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

One day i took you into the front yard to pee and poop

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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