This is a song about "Seagull poop"

Huh, a metaphor of course

Like poop smeared on the walls

I poop so hard my face farts to the

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

New canvas she need a new stroke

Without your love it's cold as fuck

I like to poop out of my butt,

We'll meet back and regroup

Take u to the toilet to poop?

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

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

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,