This is a song about "Poop scoop"

Like poop smeared on the walls

Huh, a metaphor of course

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Beautiful are thou, africa

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Just call you know i'll come scoop

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

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

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

I swooped up the number 1 pick like i had the scoop from the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So before i go, you should harvest food

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute