This is a song about "Poop pee"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Cause every morning i wake up its allways wet with pee,

Pockets probably like fried food

With a fistfull of poop,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Best believe tho i drizzled your mother in my pee

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Give you a black eye and make you pee yourself

Aw man, think i had too many tall cans, now i have to pee

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

My pee is bright yellow

What's the deal with the nets though