This is a song about "Poop butts"

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

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

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

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

I must go like fly route

With a fistfull of poop,

Good kids make bad grown ups

They let me put it in there butts

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Like poop smeared on the walls

Shots, they back and forth

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Young girls wanna get huge butts soon / nobody has got idols to look up to

We vegetables, on them record labels

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts