This is a song about "Poop shit"

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

No car key and i mean that

I put some cash in ya pocket

Not basic i change shit

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

All my niggas still drilling shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

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

Everything is just full of shit.

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

With all of this rap shit

Baby im on my other shit,

How bout we blow this bit