This is a song about "Poo fetish"

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

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

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

But i think they stink like poo

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

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

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

This fetish with drinkin' nigga's blood in never enough