This is a song about "Poo"

It's like who gave you the choice to treat some of us like poo

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Bars are to dope for you, are you gonna bitch and complain like whinny the poo

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!

Don't fuck around and make it true

Just kidding it wasnt poo

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo