This is a song about "Lupita going poop"

And we try to keep going

The sun rising while you moaning

And my niggas say

‘cause it’s not going away

And of course, my car's off course

Like poop smeared on the walls

Simple bar spitting then going home

Now all i am is alone

Where is my life going,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

You to the world

I'm going underworld/

I must go like fly route

With a fistfull of poop,