This is a song about "Poop loops"

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

With a fistfull of poop,

Since i was left with no hope

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Take u to the toilet to poop?

Meet me by the entrance of the tube

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Agony like a cavity who, wrathfully loops,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

He used fruity loops 8 and he was a pro at it

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Like poop smeared on the walls

Black fours red drop head doors