This is a song about "Poop shoot"

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

Who shoot them back at me

She going to borrow some money

She'll shoot at you with vocabulary

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Knowing you was getting by hardly

Shoot bullets right through ya body

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I poop so hard my face farts to the

They could never understand

Shoot first ask questions last

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Shoot their legs is step one

And i know that you're open