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

If you're bitches you feast on overdosed waste

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

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

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

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

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

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

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

I can always depend on my mama

I poop so hard my face farts to the

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Imma bless this crap, all my shit pope