This is a song about "My poo"

I bet that mirror gon show you

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

Look it something they can't ever see

My own unknown is my enemy,

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

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

But don’t give me any concussions, i just wanna poo

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

Heard you use to his house just to poo

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you