This is a song about "Shitting on kids"

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

When i was young i picked on the other kids

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone