This is a song about "Whinnie the poo"

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

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

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

Just kidding it wasnt poo

I ain't tryna diss you

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

And for this moment no i won't ditch you