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

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

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Better than the simplest crap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

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

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

It's all good, finna dog that

Her mom takin that crap

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Now let me hear your crap

And you all will respect that

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute