This is a song about "Poop scoop"

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

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

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Just call you know i'll come scoop

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Shots, they back and forth

Like poop smeared on the walls

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

We running that show all around the globe

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope