This is a song about "Shitting in buckets"

Spitting the venom while shitting within em, until they soul need a enema

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

He's still shitting, whether he's on salary paid hourly

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

While shitting or fart, hard enough to

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

"contemplate", i wrote about her