This is a song about "Turd on the poopy turd"

Be shy when we're all alone

Choked the one on the throne

On my ride on the bills baby i

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Spaz on ya and tell you everything, reminisce on the,

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

The shoulder, for you to cry on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Back on the path where i was at on the crossroads,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

Together all the timethought it was true love

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

' alright, already, the show goes on

' alright, already, the show goes on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong