This is a song about "Lemon poo"

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

I want you to know you were innocent, all you did was poo

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

See you was there every year when i needed you

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I bet that mirror gon show you

But i think they stink like poo

Theyre so drunk they dont even realize your ass is smothered in poo

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit