This is a song about "Poop chute"

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

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

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Like poop smeared on the walls

Black fours red drop head doors

I like to poop out of my butt,

I know you're mad, but so what

With a fistfull of poop,

And all you cute

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Your gonna be on top nigga

I poop so hard my face farts to the

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