This is a song about "Scoop da poop"

With a fistfull of poop,

And all you cute

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

Its cold as shit in this booth

You messin wit da truth,

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Have your girlfriend calling an ambulance to come scoop yo ass up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

I poop so hard my face farts to the