This is a song about "Pooping around"

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

Ill come an slap a hoe around

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

// [but what comes around goes around]

Everyone around laughed

To reds i ain't know how to act

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Creative scriptures, imagery, rhymes back around,

When i come around i dont fuck around

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

People don’t grasp the concept, what goes around comes around,

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Red bottoms y'all and the ass is out

Hoping you never come around

You're lumbering around,

I just spit my game out