This is a song about "Poo rang"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

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

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

Then my mother in laws voice rang out in disbelief.

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Now i gotta exit after you

School is just like taking a big poo

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

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

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

My home girl told me i got an issue

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

I guarantee our change whatever we go through