This is a song about "Poop shit"

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

All my niggas still drilling shit

The dead society of a poet

Got shit dropped out, don't recoup

With a fistfull of poop,

Like poop smeared on the walls

Black fours red drop head doors

Saying they this and that

Give me it holy shit

I know you're mad, but so what

I like to poop out of my butt,

It ain't like that

Not basic i change shit