This is a song about "Unicorns that poop rainbows"

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

I like to poop out of my butt,

I know you're mad, but so what

I poop so hard my face farts to the

To liberate yourselves, africa

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

And hold that trident that that nigga poseidon owns

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

It's apparent you're transparent, you're fake, unicorns are realer than you

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Yeah i say that that is totally crap.

That magic, that vanish

When you feel like this

Like poop smeared on the walls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth