This is a song about "Seagull poop"

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

With a fistfull of poop,

Like poop smeared on the walls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Take u to the toilet to poop?

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

One day i took you into the front yard to pee and poop

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Head to school in my buick regal, lookin so fly you can call me a seagull,