This is a song about "Poop arm"

One day i took you into the front yard to pee and poop

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

I grab you by the arm and ask you why?

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Broke his arm then smashed his face on the floor

In the arm and pay homage, pupil

As i light one for ill will

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Target spreading, aren't you heading arm and leg in

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Used to find dope in his coat

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop