This is a song about "Bum cheek"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

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

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

I got rap in my veins, blood in my eyes, tears down my cheek

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

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

So pass that ass to me let me squish the left cheek

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak