This is a song about "Poo bums"

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Heard you use to his house just to poo

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

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

But i think they stink like poo

Life's tryin to lap you

I want you to know you were innocent, all you did was poo

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

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

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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