This is a song about "Big bum"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Cause i ain't havin' no luck with this little bum foot so fuck it

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system

Sniff coke, drink coke and rum, smoke some, become a bum, then take the sum

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

So i went down south but i ended up north

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Oh false alarm,he's just a retarded bum...

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I got plenty bum bitches watching from the deep end.

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend