This is a song about "Poo poo"

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

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

That means two, between me and you

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

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

And all the shit you went through

Heard you use to his house just to poo

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

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

Just kidding it wasnt poo

I be stuck to you

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

20 racks really thats sneaker money