This is a song about "Poopie"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Dial up words but they're not in service

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

Like we were playing a game of monopoly, living in shitty quality,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.