This is a song about "Potty"

Time after time, again and again

They movement shit, that's a potty train

While i use her mouth for a potty,she spoiled like a snotty,

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

I'm a misanthropic proper maniac, potty

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Like d. lector and g-mo i got a potty mouth

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby

That photograph is fading

Them niggas pissed, need potty training

Knowing you was getting by hardly

All you did was... try to potty