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

But that's a lie, shit we sit and sigh, waste time.

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

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

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

Take u to the toilet to poop?

Meet me by the entrance of the tube

I poop so hard my face farts to the

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

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

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

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

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure