This is a song about "Pooping on emil"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Swisher almost gone, hold on

I shed so many tears

Relying on myself

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I could go on and on and on for hours,

When you took my hand up so calm

No point in hanging on

Relying on myself

I can taste the salt from my tears

Pooping - having a blast,

I start to think it's all planned

Shifting on and on through the grey.

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Aight, keep going, on and on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john