This is a song about "Sam eats da poo poo"

Just kidding it wasnt poo

Is because of you

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Girl, i put in that work

He eats rows of em with mustard

Even uncle sam agrees.

Right flows down and they might go nice

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Bars are to dope for you, are you gonna bitch and complain like whinny the poo

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

But don’t give me any concussions, i just wanna poo