This is a song about "Poop shoot"

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

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

But he don't rule a thing

Dont come near cos i might just shoot

I must go like fly route

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

She'll shoot at you with vocabulary

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Sometimes my life drives me insane and to cock and shoot,

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

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

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

And shoot the fucking sky,