This is a song about "Bum boys"

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Another dead woman,another bad boys

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

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

My shit could make a bum strip.

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

I got plenty bum bitches watching from the deep end.

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

I love you though i'll still fuck

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up