This is a song about "That guy who pooped in my toilet"

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Atom in my bath rum that cant handul bitches who cant fathom the fact

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I can't undo what i said i can't see you with another guy cuz everything in my

Used condom in the toilet, i wonder who's

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Slowly realizing im that guy

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Your shit's old, like it's in the toilet bowl

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl

Dump that bitch in the sly

Im just that type of guy