This is a song about "Make poop"

Take u to the toilet to poop?

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Guess what they got a choice to make

New york, va, dc, get paid

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Im washin off another plate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents