This is a song about "You re poop"

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Escaping all of you racists, re-shaping this occupation... nigga

I must go like fly route

With a fistfull of poop,

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Re-directed de-ci-sions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

Now some people might find this weird but you re not really scared

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop