This is a song about "Poop on a stick"

But i let off everything i have

Always been just a stick in the ass!

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

That ain't everyday low-level gangstas on stick and move,

Take u to the toilet to poop?

Pockets probably like fried food

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Uh-huh, no he didn't, stick up, it's a stick and move,

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

They use my lyrics to stick on me

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

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

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul