This is a song about "Sittin on the toilet"

Almost cried right on the spot

I'm sittin in the barber shop

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Sitting on the toilet thinking,

Don't want to be the king

Used condom in the toilet, i wonder who's

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Straight into the toilet, his head gets used for plunging

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Niggas getting shot just for bounty, not the toilet roll.

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

You spit like shit take it to the toilet,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon