This is a song about "Poop boys"

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Another dead woman,another bad boys

They say nothings ever free

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

We'll meet back and regroup

With a fistfull of poop,

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

Three times cause fate had my side

Lookin at my boys like

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys