This is a song about "Poo poo"

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

See you was there every year when i needed you

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

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

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

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Just kidding it wasnt poo

I'm coming home with you

I'm a still love you

But i think they stink like poo

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

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

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