This is a song about "Poo rang"

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

Your raps are as wack as dog 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

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

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

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

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

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

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

Just kidding it wasnt poo

What preceded was the clue

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Then my mother in laws voice rang out in disbelief.