This is a song about "Sittin on the toilet"

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Im sittin in the hatchback on the passenger side

Sittin on a tree above your tombstone marked with your name

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Straight into the toilet, his head gets used for plunging

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

All ima need is a nice bitch sittin on my lap

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Let's hold hands as we sittin on the swing sets,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Used condom in the toilet, i wonder who's