This is a song about "You re poop"

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Had to re align and not resign

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

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

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

But nah, he is quite different

Gotta re-route over this hump,

Them cowboy country singers going forever recoup

One day i took you into the front yard to pee and poop

On re up, need strips in cases

We don't ever make love