This is a song about "Shitting in buckets"

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

They gon' love me for my ambition

See i walked in while she creeped in.

Stuck in the in the tub,

I thought it'd get better but

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Explicit is how i spit it shitting on em like a pidgeon

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women