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

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

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

If you're bitches you feast on overdosed waste

If that's all you got i'ma rip apart your ligaments , its quite easy due to your

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

Imma bless this crap, all my shit pope

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

And i feared that my fans say i failed

In all the things i had to waste

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Turn the page, ya piece of waste