This is a song about "Reverse poop"

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I spit these words to try and reverse the curse of our universe

Coroners comfort your mama

I poop so hard my face farts to the

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Take u to the toilet to poop?

I'll go to walmart and reverse the w!

And word i blew off herb i grew

My turf, strong nerve, never on the reverse, stay rehearsed or cursed,

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

I can't wait to be carried out in hearse or the reverse so please observe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

We going back like we stuck in reverse,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth