This is a song about "Bum bitch"

Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum

They hate on calipari, but i never seen the problem

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

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

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Its because of you that i'm not a homeless bum, with missing gums

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

All you do bum around, yea quit trying to stop me

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

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album