This is a song about "Poop dutty bois"

I must go like fly route

With a fistfull of poop,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Like poop smeared on the walls

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

I like to poop out of my butt,

I know you're mad, but so what

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

She prefer the dutty wine

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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