This is a song about "Joey poops"

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

She was trapped like a cash strapped gambler, joey finally snapped…

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Hold up, give me a second i got the poops

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

When i step up out the maserati car

We got joey bada$$ and man, he'll soon be a star,

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Lemme spark it off unorthodox, joey bada$$,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama