This is a song about "Make poop"

And every new sacrifice that i make

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

But when we scrap you gon make

I get my paper, y'all just hate