This is a song about "Poop trains"

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

Your gonna be on top nigga

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Shots, they back and forth

Like poop smeared on the walls

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

My team a run trains on you

She gonna dance when that molly through

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

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