This is a song about "Poo yum"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper

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!

Is because of you

Just kidding it wasnt poo

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

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

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

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

Bars are to dope for you, are you gonna bitch and complain like whinny the poo

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew