This is a song about "My poo"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

It's really not an issue

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

My own unknown is my enemy,

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

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My talent should take me places i've never been