This is a song about "Poo bums"

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

School is just like taking a big poo

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

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

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

They had discovered how matter can't be broken, now them bums

I'm everesant, nobody do it better

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper

Raised by a momma who, who

But i think they stink like poo

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

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

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son