This is a song about "Poop shit crap manure waste"

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

In all the things i had to waste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Better than the simplest crap

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Her mom takin that crap

She was wet off the bat

See i let my nigga split that

Now let me hear your crap

Imma bless this crap, all my shit pope

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

You give me that crap, so you can’t say i rap for shit/