This is a song about "Poop slap"

It aint click clack its bitch slap

Twista finna get up on the track

Slap her with a newspaper

You know...you know who you are

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I poop so hard my face farts to the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Bitch this was your last act, no need for that bitch slap

Im sayin one night my love is like that

If i could just see 'em, i'd give those bitches a slap.

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?