This is a song about "Poop trains"

One day i took you into the front yard to pee and poop

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

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

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

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

I'm becoming a renegade of what i'm about, nearing what i feared about...

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