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

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

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Even passing out that eminem guy

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

That's the window into the sky

Slowly realizing im that guy

Who smokin in my car?

She prayed on me passing that bar

You other brothers can’t deny

Im just that type of guy

Im that influential product you buy i have everything a girl wants in a guy

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die