This is a song about "Saying poop"

What, what ... project shit what

I like to poop out of my butt,

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

With a fistfull of poop,

People saying where your head been, even though i'd been saying

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

While psychologists prod and probe and keep saying

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Our children must be taught, of africa

Huh, a metaphor of course

Like poop smeared on the walls

She say she love me more than anything

Of people saying the same thing