This is a song about "Potty training"

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And this will be the song that we sing

Them niggas pissed, need potty training

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

They movement shit, that's a potty train

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Training my craftship using people for practice

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story