This is a song about "Poo s"

We don't believe you, you need more people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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

The boa know they loving the crew

Heard you use to his house just to poo

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

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

Cause i can't believe i lost my virginity to you

Swear i'm trying to get through

Just kidding it wasnt poo

The outline which you n****s out dated

Super magic, abracadabra kid

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper