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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Take u to the toilet to poop?

And i got them gold bottles, first place

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

If you're bitches you feast on overdosed waste

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Look inside of my light find hope and maybe just quit, look inside of your

This shit is an explicit advanced maneuver, your verse is nothin but manure,

With a fistfull of poop,

Got shit dropped out, don't recoup

Cause i aint talking crap

You, you, you have to pay for that