This is a song about "Bum bitches"

Or let the mob handle that

My shit could make a bum strip.

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

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

No apologies for these bitches

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

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

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb