This is a song about "Taking a shit"

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Bitches taking turns just like a cypher for a hug & kiss

Taking a shit and taking a hit,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Kids taking shit and cocky motherfucker's fists/

Vs me taking a step

That's boa, see that's my set

Taking out such a pivotal group

Pockets probably like fried food

That fucking tornado. whatever the problem, death or hell. i'm not taking shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Wouldn't even be taking this shit if deshaun didn't die

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth