This is a song about "Poo tang"

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

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!

Say the people who slang are probably just a mocking image of wu tang

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Cause u know that this my jam

I bring more ruckus than wu tang

And i've been thinking bout you

But i think they stink like poo

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

She gonna dance when that molly through

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

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