This is a song about "Whinnie the poo"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Bars are to dope for you, are you gonna bitch and complain like whinny the poo

That means two, between me and you

But i think they stink like poo

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the