This is a song about "Poo out of your bum"

And you niggas will acknowledge this

To knock you out of your senses

Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

A military mind mean money

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have