This is a song about "Whinnie the poo"

The bigger the the fun

I'm a son of gun

But don’t give me any concussions, i just wanna poo

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

She gonna dance when that molly through

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

It's like who gave you the choice to treat some of us like poo

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

I bet that mirror gon show you

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna