This is a song about "Poop dollar"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

They don't care for you, they want a quick dollar,

I like to poop out of my butt,

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

Black fours red drop head doors

Like poop smeared on the walls

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

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