This is a song about "Poo s"

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

My talent should take me places i've never been

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

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

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

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

I need a backyard full court size

It´s the battle of life