This is a song about "Kitteny poo"

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

And all the while i think of you

Heard you use to his house just to poo

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

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

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

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Must be something you want me to see

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Bars are to dope for you, are you gonna bitch and complain like whinny the poo

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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