This is a song about "Poop trains"

Gets him his coffee? thats nothing to proud about thats nothing to be loud about

Bunnign up pure haze,hopping the barriers and running up to the trains,to the raves out

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

What preceded was the clue

My team a run trains on you

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

I guess insane trains of thoughts are starting to pay it off,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Like poop smeared on the walls

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains