This is a song about "Marty the poo shooter"

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Good love then i can do that for her

Pick your suspect, who's the shooter?

But make sure if they do see

Messin with niall & marty,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Verse 2: cold blooded j shooter, that's the name.

Heard you use to his house just to poo

Teenage parties, i recommend you

And all the while i think of you

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

This nation's peace sent here to run you

Niggas that guided me through

But i think they stink like poo