This is a song about "Poo face"

Face palming poverty/

What them tippers don't see

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

Heard you use to his house just to poo

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

My home girl told me i got an issue

That means two, between me and you

But i think they stink like poo

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Got me gaga, no poker face